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The  Advent; 


AND  OTHER  POEMS  AND  HYMNS. 


NEW    YORK. 


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BOSTON: 
PRESS    OF    D.   LOTHROP  &   CO. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1873, 
By  W.  D.  MUIiPHY, 

111  the  OflTicc  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  "Washington. 


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PREFACE. 


This  little  volume  is  composed  of  verses,  writ- 
ten at  different  times,  in  the  course  of  an  active 
business  life,  as  an  expression  of  the  author's 
varying  states  of  mind,  or  for  the  gratification 
of  friends.  It  makes  no  pretensions  to  literary 
meiit,  and  will  find  its  aim  accomplished,  if  it 
should  prove  a  pleasure  to  friends  or  a  means 
of  leading  a  devout  heart  to  a  more  cheerful  con- 
fidence in  God. 

New  York,  June  4,  1873. 


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Introduction. 

HOW  glorious  was  the  warning 
Which  heaven's  high  arches  rang, 
On  that  celestial  morning 

When  seraphim  first  sang, 
**  To  God  on  high  be  glory. 

Good  will  and  peace  on  earth, 
Now  swells  the  joyous  story 
Of  a  Redeemers  birth." 


His  promise  was  unfolded 

Thousands  of  years  before, 
And  all  the  prophets  told  it 

Should  dawn  to  set  no  more  ; 
Yet  many  ages  waited 

With  anxious,  longing  eye, 
Till  faith  most  firmly  stated 

The  time  was  drawing  nigh. 


I 


INTRODUCTION. 

When  lo  !  a  holy  presage 

Broke  forth  in  music^s  tone, 
And  angels  bore  the  message 

That  Bethlehem's  Star  had  shone  ; 
For  lo !  an  infant  stranger, 

Enwra^Dt  in  swathing  bands, 
Is  lying  in  a  manger, 

ThouHi  Lord  of  all  the  lands. 


Go,  offer  your  devotion 

To  Him,  the  Prince  of  peace. 
Whose  kingdom,  in  promotion, 

Forever  shall  increase. 
Until  the  gospel  story 

Shall  fly  o'er  hill  and  flood. 
And  earth  is  bathed  in  glory, 

Through  a  Redeemers  blood. 


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f^OEMS. 


The  Advent. 


NIGHT'S  solemn  orbs  were  rolling 
Beyond  the  zenith  high  ; 
No  angry  clouds  were  strolling 

Across  the  vaulted  sky  ; 
Each  zephyr  ceased  its  motion, 
Each  star  with  lustre  shone ; 
The  earth,  the  air,  the  ocean, 
Were  mute,  with  God  alone. 

n. 

All  mute  in  holy  wonder 

O'er  evils  that  were  done ; 
Will  heaven  and  earth  now  sunder, 

And  man  to  ruin  run ; 
Or,  is  there  grace  in  waiting. 

This  ruin  to  prevent : 
Where  is  the  promise,  stating 

Salvation's  ^rreat  event  ? 


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POEMS. 
III. 

When  shall  we  hail  the  story 

His  coming  will  unfold, 
In  the  bright  age  of  glory 

Of  olden  prophets  told  ? 
Our  faith,  sublimely  waking, 

Perceives  the  blessing  nigh. 
And  waits  the  morning,  breaking 

On  yonder  eastern  sky. 

IV. 

Desire  of  eveiy  nation. 

Is  this  the  coming  day 
Of  glory  and  salvation. 

For  which  thy  j^eople  pray  ? 
While  life  and  death  are  pending, 

The  wonders  of  the  scene. 
And  hope  and  fear  are  blending, 

In  silence  all  serene. 


Seraphs  of  burning  blight n ess 

Are  skirting  round  the  air. 
And  forms  of  snowy  whiteness 

Are  cono^reo^atino*  there : 
On  what  august  condition 

Come  these  celestial  things  ? 
Have  they  received  a  mission. 

From  the  great  King  of  kings,- 


THE   ADVENT. 
VI. 

To  smite  the  earth  with  blindness, 

For  sins  so  often  done ; 
Or  herald  forth  the  kindness 

Of  the  Anointed  One, 
To  finish  up  transgi'ession, 

And  make  an  end  of  sin, 
TMiere  death-like,  dark  oppression 

Triumphantly  hath  been? 

VII. 

Hark !  hark !  angelic  voices. 

With  gi'acious  accents  fall, 
And  heaven  and  earth  rejoices 

Before  the  Lord  of  all. 
Through  all  surrounding  regions 

The  glorious  sounds  descend, 
And  strong  angelic  legions 

In  choral  sweetness  blend, — 

VIII. 

**  To  God  on  high  be  glory, 

Peace,  peace  shall  reign  on  earth ; 
Hail,  hail,  the  joyous  story 

Of  a  Redeemer's  birth ; 
For  lo !  an  infant  stranger. 

The  Babe  of  Bethlehem, 
Is  lying  in  a  manger. 

Without  one  princely  gem ! '' 


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POEMS. 
IX. 

**  And  yet  the  crowns  of  glory 

Were  resting  on  his  head, 
Ere  yet  the  hills,  now  hoary, 

Their  deep  foundations  spread ; 
And  ere  the  stars  of  morning 

Had  seen  the  new-made  world, 
'Tvvas  his  command  gave  warning. 

That  light  should  be  unfurled." 

X. 

High  o'er  the  towering  mountains, 

Bright  angels  fill  the  sky ; 
And  all  the  heavenly  fountains 

Are  gushing  forth  on  high  ; 
So  lavish  of  their  treasure 

On  sinful,  fallen  woe, 
That  blessings  without  measure 

Roll  o'er  the  world  below. 

XI. 

To  anxious  shepherds,  waiting, 

These  messengers  of  God 
Come,  joyfully  relating 

The  advent  of  their  Lord, 
In  tones  of  wonder  published 

On  Judah's  happ}^  plains  ; 
**  Death,  death  is  now  abolished, 

And  life  immortal  reigns ! " 


THE   ADVENT. 

xn. 
With  joy  and  gladness  bounding 

Throughout  the  realms  of  space, 
With  heavenly  songs  resounding, — 

Resounding  with  the  grace, 
The  love  beyond  conceiving, — 

Mysterious  sons  of  God 
Make  known  to  the  believing, 

The  meek  Almighty  Lord! 

xin. 
Far  in  the  orient  reaching, 

His  star  of  glory  shone. 
And  wise  men,  in  their  teaching. 

Soon  made  His  advent  known, 
Then  bowing  down  before  Him 

Whose  mercies  were  of  old, 
Their  willing  hearts  adore  Him 

With  incense,  myrrh  and  gold. 

XIV. 

All  hail,  thou  King  of  nations, 

Of  David's  royal  line  ; 
We  join  in  these  oblations, 

And  honors  all  divine  ; 
Allegiance  and  thanksgiving 

Encircle  all  thy  fame, 
Each  thought  its  tribute  giving 

To  thy  beloved  name. 


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10  POEMS. 

XV. 

O  Jesus,  our  salvation, 

Thou  glorious  Prince  of  Peace ; 
Through  every  age  and  nation, 

Thy  kingdom  shall  increase : 
Accept  our  glad  devotion. 

On  this  thy  natal  morn  ; 
When  mercy's  boundless  ocean 

In  Bethlehem  was  born  ;  — 

XVI. 

And  born  to  flow  forever 

With  an  increasing  tide. 
From  life's  own  affluent  river 

Out-spreading  far  and  wide, 
O'er  all  the  heights  of  story 

With  an  immortal  wave. 
The  brightness  of  His  glory, 

He  comes.  He  comes  to  save. 


Jesus  in  Bethlehem. 

THE  angels  swift  from  heaven  came  down, 
With  bright  and  buoyant  wing. 
To  tell  the  wonders  of  the  day, — 
The  Shepherds  heard  them  sing, — 


BETHLEHEM.  1 1 

All  gloiy  be  to  God  on  high, 
On  earth  His  peace  shall  dwell ; 

With  choral  songs  of  sweet  delight 
Angelic  bosoms  swell, — 

Swell  like  old  ocean's  heaving  breast, 

With  glory  on  each  wave, 
This  was  the  centre  of  their  joy, — 

That  Jesus  came  to  save. 

Awake,  awake,  thou  sleeping  earth. 

Let  echoing  skies  reply, 
And  raise  the  chorus  of  their  joy 

To  Him  who  reigns  on  high. 

The  infant  stranger  meekly  lay 

Within  a  cattle-stall, 
Although  the  heavens  and  earth  are  His, 

Whose  hand  had  made  them  all. 


Bethlehem. 


BRIGHT  angels  sang  a  joyous  song 
When  Jesus  came  to  earth, 
And  glory  filled  the  atmosphere. 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth. 


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12  POEMS. 

'Twas  that  glad  hour  when  light  broke  forth, 

And  hope  immortal  shone, 
And  words  of  heavenly  peace  and  love 

Descended  from  the  throne. 

Ho,  all  ye  nations  lost  in  night. 

Come,  hail  the  rising  morn. 
From  which  the  joy  of  endless  life 

Springs,  like  a  glorious  dawn. 


Christmas. 


AT  midnight,  as  the  air  grew  still, 
And  zephyrs  died  away, 
And  all  the  brilliant,  starry  worlds 

Shone  in  their  best  array, 
Then  angels  bright,  from  worlds  of  light, 
Proclaimed  the  advent  day. 

And  as  they  sailed  around  the  sky. 

Each  waved  his  silvery  wing, 
And  in  the  major  key  of  heaven 

With  joy  began  to  sing: 
**  Glory  shall  be,  O  God,  to  Thee, 

Our  everlasting  King. 

**  We  brmg  to  men  these  heavenly  songs. 
To  join  the  songs  of  earth. 


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THE  SHEPHERDS  OF  BETHLEHEM.       13 

And  celebrate  the  glonous  theme 

Of  the  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
In  Bethlehem  you'll  find  the  Gem, — 

The  gem  of  peerless  worth." 

Go,  and  in  holy  lore  bow  down 

To  Him,  the  Son  of  God, 
Who  comes  to  seek,  who  comes  to  save, 

Where  sin  and  death  have  trod ; 
His  holy  light  is  shining  bright 

And  spreads  through  earth  abroad. 


The  Shepherds  of  Bethlehem. 

FAR  in  the  east  the  morning  Star 
Shone  with  celestial  light ; 
And,  as  the  angels  came  with  song, 
Joy  broke  the  silent  night. 

Windows  in  heaven  were  opened  wide, 

And  glory  gleamed  abroad. 
To  celebrate  the  natal  day 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord. 

The  happy  shepherds  watched  their  flocks 

On  Judah's  verdant  plains. 
And  heard  the  coming  seraphs  sing 

In  these  melodious  strains :  — 


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14  POEMS. 

*'  Glad  are  the  tidings  which  we  bring, 

On  this  auspicious  morn, 
Glory  shall  be  to  God  on  high, 

The  King  of  kings  is  bora. 

'*  Then  fear  not  us,  his  messengers, 
Who  came  to  bring  you  word, 

But  go  with  adoration  deejD 
And  worship  Him,  your  Lord." 


Christ's  Mighty  Works. 

HE  comes,  He  comes  to  ransom 
The  sinful  and  the  lost ; 
Redemption,  O  redemption. 
How  wonderful  the  cost ! 
Hail,  hail,  to  every  nation. 
The  Joyful  news  to  them 
Is  Jesus  and  Salvation, 
Shining  from  Bethlehem. 

He  drives  the  demon  legion 

From  each  tormented  breast, 
Till  madness  leaves  the  region 

In  quietude  and  rest ; 
The  dead  to  life  restoring, 

As  trophies  of  his  might, 
On  sightless  eyeballs  pouring 

His  own  celestial  feht. 


CHRIST   SUFFERING   AND  TRIUMPHANT.  15 

The  lowly  bier  He  touches, 

God's  finger  moving  there, 
Dissolving  death's  strong  clutches, 

Breaking  the  tempter's  snare. 
And  life,  all  fresh  and  blooming, 

With  roseate  charms  of  youth. 
Springs  from  the  cold  entombing. 

And  blazons  forth  the  truth. 

The  palsied  lame  are  bounding. 

As  joyous  as  the  roe, 
And  grateful  songs  are  sounding, 

Life  wears  a  higher  glow. 
And  that  overflowing  fountain. 

The  source  of  health  divine, 
O'er  cottage,  field  and  mountain 

Has  caused  His  light  to  shine. 


Christ  Suffering  and  Triumphant. 

KXOW  ye,  that  He  who  dwells  on  high. 
Whose  glory  was  complete. 
Forsook  His  throne  above  the  sky, 
AVith  sinners  here  to  meet ; 
With  heavenly  flame, 
He  gladly  came. 
To  brin«:  them  to  His  seat. 


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16  POEMS. 

Know  ye,  that  He  who  came  to  save 

Hath  suffered  here  below, 
AVhen  sorrow,  as  with  steady  wave, 
Brought  agony  and  woe. 
To  conquer  death 
He  gave  His  breath. 
But  laid  the  tyrant  low. 

Know  ye,  at  the  appointed  hour 

The  glorious  victor  rose, 
Declared  the  Son  of  God,  with  power 
O^er  all  our  dreadful  foes. 
Before  the  day 
Death  fled  away, — 
On  this  our  hopes  repose. 

And  know  ye,  that  in  triumph  now 

He  sits  enthroned  above. 
There  man  may  come  and  humbly  bow 
Before  the  throne  of  love ; 
And  there  may  plead 
For  all  his  need 
With  Him  whose  name  is  love. 


Christ  Only. 


THE  only  place  of  safety  is 
At  our  Redeemer's  feet : 
Where  love  and  mercy  fi-eely  flow, 
And  deep  compassions  meet. 


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THE   SWEETEST  STOPwY.  17 

Our  righteousness  is  cast  away. 

And  Jesus  Christ  is  known 
The  truth,  the  light,  the  only  way. 

Which  leads  us  to  the  throne. 

Thus  we  depend  on  Jesus'  gi'ace, 

His  mercy  and  his  love. 
To  save  us  from  our  lost  estate. 

And  bear  our  souls  above. 

We  plant  our  footsteps  on  this  Rock, 

Defying  every  foe, 
We'll  tinist  in  Jesus  while  we  live, 

And  when  Death  lays  us  low. 


The  Sweetest  Story. 

COME,  all  ye  lovely  children,  come, 
And  hear  the  sweetest  story. 
That  angel  voices  ever  sung. 
In  the  bright  realms  of  gloiy. 

**  Glory  shall  be  to  God  on  high," 

A  myriad  voices  blended 
O'er  all  the  plains  of  Bethlehem, 

When  Jesus  Christ  descended. 


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18  POEMS. 

The  lieaveiily  worlds  were  full  of  joy, 
While  choral  accents,  swelling, 

O'en-an  the  bounds  of  Paradise, 
And  reached  man's  lower  dwelling. 

Ye  shepherds,  banish  all  your  fears, 
And  every  note  of  sadness. 

We  bring  you  tidings  of  great  joy. 
In  songs  of  heavenly  gladness. 

He  comes  not  to  the  haughty  ones. 
This  lowly,  infant  stranger ; 

He  passes  by  the  great  of  earth. 
And  cradles  in  a  manger. 

And  yet  the  worlds  are  all  His  own. 
All  things  on  him  depending ; 

His  wisdom  framed  their  first  design, 
And  will  survive  their  ending. 


The  Agony. 


AT  night  when  mankind  slept. 
From  care  and  labor  free. 
The  sinless  man  of  sorrows  wept, — 
He  wept  and  prayed  for  thee, — 


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TRUE  WISDOM.  19 

Shouldst  thou  not  pray, 
Both  night  and  day, 
That  He  may  succor  thee  ? 

The  cold  Gethsemane 

In  awful  pain  he  trod, 
And  poured  Ilis  soul  in  agony, 
While  kneeling  on  the  sod ; 
That  dreadful  night, 
Of  woe  and  blight, 
He  prayed  and  wept  with  God. 

Oh,  weep,  my  callous  soul. 

Weep  that  such  deep  distress 
Tortured  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
Who  came  to  save  and  bless ; 
AVeep  for  His  gi'ief. 
His  bloody  sweat. 
And  all  thy  sins  confess. 


True  Wisdom. 


HER  w^ays  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace  ; 
The  joy  she  plants  within  the  soul 
Forever  will  increase. 


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20  POEMS. 

In  her  right  hand  she  holdeth  out 

Honor  and  length  of  days ; 
IN"©  ruby  is  so  rich  as  she, 

Or  worthy  of  such  praise. 

She  is  a  tree  of  life,  that  blooms 

With  healing  in  its  leaf; 
Of  all  the  blessings  mortals  know, 

This  blessing  is  the  chief. 

She  spreads  her  table,  rich  and  fair, 

And  asks  the  simple  in, — 
**  Come,  eat  my  bread  and  drink  my  wine, 

And  leave  the  ways  of  sin." 

Kich  crowns  of  honor  are  reserved 
For  those  who  hear  her  voice. 

And,  turning  from  their  foolishness, 
In  her  blest  ways  rejoice. 


Suffer  Little  Children. 

OH,  suffer  little  children, 
While  life  is  bright  and  gay. 
To  come  to  me,  their  Saviour, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way. 


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FAITH,   HOPE  AND  CHARITT.  21 

Oh,  suffer  little  childre'h 

To  choose  the  happy  lot 
Of  those  who  trust  in  Jesus, 

Forbid,  forbid  them  not. 

Oh,  suffer  little  children 

To  taste  the  precious  fruit, 
That  grows,  vrith  jcy  and  gladness, 

From  Wisdom's  heavenly  root. 

Oh,  suffer  little  children 

To  join  the  happy  song 
Of  glory  and  salvation, 

With  the  celestial  throng. 


Faith,  Hope  and  Charity. 

FAITH  spreads  abroad  her  radiant  wings, 
And  soars  through  realms  unknown. 
To  grasp  the  glorious  promises 
From  God's  eternal  throne. 

Hope  has  an  anchor  full  of  joy, 

Planted  within  the  vail, 
On  those  celestial,  solid  grounds 

Where  it  can  never  fail. 


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22  POEMS. 

And  now  abldeth  with  the  church 
Faith,  hope  and  charity; 

But  love,  fulfilling  all  the  law, 
Is  greatest  of  the  three. 


The  Gospel  Trumpet. 

THE  trumpet  of  salvation, 
Is  sounding  through  the  land, 
With  tones  of  love  and  mercy, 
In  words  of  God's  command. 

O'er  eveiy  hill  and  valley, 
The  gracious  blast  is  blown, 

With  **  ho  ! "  to  every  sinner 
The  mercy  is  made  known. 

It  tells  the  wondrous  story, 
How  Jesus  came  and  died, 

And  how  the  saving  crimson 
Flowed  from  his  wounded  side. 

The  sound  of  this  salvation 
Flows  joyously  and  free  ; 

My  soul,  press  home  the  question. 
Has  it  been  heard  by  thee  ? 


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THE  GOOD  PHYSICIAN.  23 


The  Good  Physician. 

THE  whole  need  no  physician, 
And  so  they  pass  along ; 
The  sick  come  with  petition, 
And  go  away  with  song. 

To  all  the  poor  and  needy 

Our  Jesus  condescends; 
And  in  ihis  good  physician, 

All  healing  virtue  blends. 

'Tis  he  who  soothes  our  sorrows. 
And  sends  our  griefs  away ; 

His  mercy  has  such  fullness, 
His  grace  knows  no  decay. 

O  ye  whose  spirits  suffer. 

Whose  sin  has  brought  you  grief, 
Come,  and  be  healed  by  Jesus, 

Come,  seek  from  him  relief. 

Xo  name  on  earth,  no  other. 
Nor  in  the  heavens  above, 

Invites  the  lost  and  guilty 
To  find  such  wondrous  love. 


24  POEMS. 


A  Broken  Heart. 

I  HA  YE  a  broken  heart, 
My  sorrows  often  bleed ; 
Oh,  tell  me,  ye  who  know, 
Is  there  balm  in  Gilead  ? 
And  is  it  sold,  or  free 

To  those  who  are  in  need  ? 

O  ye  whose  hearts  are  whole, 
Tell  me,  with  kindly  care. 

What  ever  ye  may  know, — 
Is  a  Physician  there. 

Who  has  the  power  to  heal, 
And  hear  the  lost  one's  prayer  ? 

Yes,  there's  balm  in  Gilead, 
The  great  physician's  there ; 

Our  Jesus  is  his  name. 
He  has  the  power  and  care, 

Omnipotent  to  hear 
Those  who  present  their  prayer. 

Grace  dwells  upon  His  throne. 

The  remedy  is  free  ; 
Those  who  receive  His  gifts 

Are  poor  as  poor  can  be ; 
They  never  call  on  Him, 

Except  in  poverty. 


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LORD,  SAVE,  OR  I  PERISH.         25 

He  opens  out  His  hand 

With  a  forgiving  smile, 
And  heals  their  broken  hearts 

With  comforts  for  the  while ; 
And  joys  they  cannot  tell 

Their  journey  still  beguile. 

Besides,  He  has  prepared 

Rich  palaces  above. 
Where  all  His  patients  go, 

And  none  shall  ever  rove, 
But  shall  be  settled  there 

Through  His  almighty  love. 


**  Lord,  Save,  or  I  Perish." 

IN  the  depths  of  thine  heart, 
Remember  and  cherish. 
The  suppliant's  petition, 
**  Lord,  save,  or  I  perish.'^ 

Oh,  come  to  the  fountain 
Where  mercy  is  flowing. 

And  see  the  salvation 
That  grace  is  bestowing. 

So  free  and  sufficient, 
With  balm  for  relieving 

The  vilest  of  sinners, 
Li  Jesus  believinf]r. 


26  POEMS. 


In  the  depths  of  thine  heart 
Remember  and  cherish 

The  keystone  of  safety, 
**  Lord,  save,  or  I  perish." 


Deliverance. 

EXYmONED  by  the  walls  of  death, 
Sin's  prisoners  keep  their  place ; 
Until  the  great  deliverer  comes, 
With  his  almighty  grace. 

The  clouds  of  darkness  that  had  frowned 

Then  fly,  dissolved,  afar. 
Before  the  all-subduing  light 

Of  Bethlehem's  mornin  n^  star. 


** Beauty  for  Ashes." 

"  "pEAUTY  for  ashes,"  is  the  gift 
Jj     Of  Him  who  dwells  on  high ; 

The  sorrows  of  the  saints  below 
Are  joys  beyond  the  sky. 

**  Beauty  for  ashes,"  —  wondrous  change ! 

For  those  borne  down  with  care  ; 
When  all  the  dust  of  darkness  here 

Will  shine,  like  jewels,  there. 


GOD  IS  A  SPIRIT.  27 

**  Beauty  for  ashes," — Oh,  the  wealth 

These  mighty  terms  portend ! 
The  bliss  of  endless  life  is  ours, 

And  Jesus  Christ,  our  Friend. 

**  Beauty  for  ashes,"  —  boundless  theme ! 

Xo  thought  can  comprehend 
The  heights  and  depths  of  mystery 

Which  in  these  accents  blend. 

*'  Beauty  for  ashes,"  —  glory  stands, 

The  beacon-light  above. 
And  angels  guard  each  step  we  ti'ead, 

With  tenderness  and  love. 

**  Beauty  for  ashes"  shall  assert 

An  everlasting  power, 
When  ashes  from  our  life  depart, 

And  gloi-y  rules  the  hour. 

**  Beauty  for  ashes  "  then  shall  be 

The  theme  of  every  song, 
Through  all  the  arches  of  the  sky, 

In  all  the  heavenlv  thron^:. 


God  is  a  Spirit. 


OUR  God  is  a  Spirit, 
The  liigh  and  mighty  Lord, 
Whose  wondrous  hand  made  sea  and  land 
And  holds  them  by  His  word. 


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28  POEMS. 

Our  God  is  a  Spirit, 

He  formed  each  brilliant  star, 
And  placed  it  where,  beneath  His  care, 

It  throws  its  light  afar. 

Our  God  is  a  Spirit 

Of  love  and  truth  and  grace ; 
His  mercies  sure  shall  still  endure 

For  those  who  seek  His  face. 

Our  God  is  a  Spirit, 

All  that  have  life  and  breath 

On  mountain's  side,  or  'neath  the  tide, 
Are  kept  by  him  from  death. 

Our  God  is  a  Spirit, 

Oh,  let  the  suppliant  knee 

Now  everywhere,  with  joy  declare, 
O  Lord,  we  tinist  in  Thee. 


God  Evertavhere. 

THERE  is  a  great  Almighty  Power, 
Who  rules  the  universe. 
And  all  things  that  his  hand  has  made. 
His  mighty  acts  rehearse. 


GOD  OUR  REFUGE.  29 

Each  star  declares  the  glorious  name 

Of  Him  who  placed  it  there ; 
And  eveiy  island  of  the  sea 

Rejoices  in  His  care. 

The  lofty  forests  clap  their  hands, 
And  verdm-e  crowns  the  vale ; 

And  twining  flowers  of  hope  and  joy, 
With  fragrance  swell  the  gale. 

The  fish  beneath  the  briny  wave. 

And  birds  that  skim  the  air, 
Join  in  the  hannony  of  song, 

Resounding  everywhere. 

And  all  endowed  with  vision  clear, 

See  God  in  everything, 
The  all-controlling  present  force, 

The  great.  Almighty  King. 


God  our  Refuge. 

THE  eternal  God,  thy  refuge  sure, 
Will  throw  His  shield  around 
The  places  where  His  children  dwell. 
And  make  them  holy  ground. 


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30  POEMS. 

His  everlasting  arm  sustains 

The  comfort  of  the  saints ; 
His  gracious  hands  are  open  wide 

To  answer  all  complaints. 

Their  meat  and  drink  is  ever  sure, 

Early  and  latter  rain 
Shall  fall  upon  their  heritage. 

And  never  fall  in  vain. 

The  land  shall  flow  with  milk  and  wine, 

And  honey  shall  be  there : 
Both  man  and  beast  shall  have  reward 

For  eveiy  toil  and  care. 

The  eternal  God,  thy  refuge  sure, 
Will  fold  His  arms  around 

The  places  where  His  children  dwell. 
And  make  them  holy  ground. 


God's  Promise. 


THE  promise  has  not  lost  its  power 
In  eighteen  hundred  years, 
A  living  and  immortal  thing. 
It  ever  new  appears. 


INVENTORY.  31 

From  God,  his  rock,  his  covenant  God, 

Nothing  the  saint  can  sever, 
God  keeps  his  promise,  firm  and  strong, 

Keeps  it,  the  same,  forever. 

All  ages  are  a  second's  time 

To  Him  who  spoke  in  truth ; 
The  world  may  end, —  God's  promise  still 

Lives  in  immortal  youth. 

The  everlasting  hills,  they  all 

Are  drifts  of  transient  dust. 
That  float  upon  the  clouds  of  time, — 

But  stand  His  promise  must. 

Then  rest,  my  soul,  on  this  great  Rock, 

There  let  thy  hopes  be  stayed ; 
There's  nothing  else  so  firm  as  this. 

Of  all  that  God  has  made. 


Inventory. 


WHAT  inventoiy  has  thy  soul  ? 
Has  it  a  good  estate  ? 
Say,  does  this  transient  world  conti'ol 
Thy  portion  and  thy  fate  ? 


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POEMS. 

Or  does  thy  hope  aspire  above 
This  ever-changing  sphere, 

To  the  bright  Beulah,  land  of  love? 
Art  thou  a  pilgrim  here  ? 

Or  dost  thou  seek  for  earthly  fame, — 

A  fame  below  the  sky, — 
With  those  who  sin,  devoid  of  shame. 

With  nothing  fixed  on  high  ? 

What  inventory  has  thy  soul  ? 

Has  it  this  good  estate  ? 
Or  does  this  present  world  control 

Thy  portion  and  thy  fate  ? 


Come. 

CO]ME  dwellers  on  the  mountain, 
And  on  the  prairie  wide. 
By  crystal  brook  and  fountain, 
Or  near  the  ocean's  tide  ;  — 
Flashed  from  each  lake  and  river, 

The  gospel's  tidings  shine. 
Love,  yearning  to  deliver 
That  guilty  soul  of  thine. 


^ 


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COME.  33 

Come  -svhile  the  spring  is  weaving 

Her  verdant  crown  of  life, 
And  nature  is  retrieving 

The  winter's  deadly  strife  ; 
Come  while  thy  youth  is  blooming, 

Come,  manhood's  stately  prime ; 
While  prospects  bright  are  looming 

O'er  all  the  map  of  time. 


Come,  hear  the  invitation 

Descending  from  the  skies ; 
Ho,  ye  of  every  nation, 

Consider  and  be  wise. 
Come  every  night  and  morning 

And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
Behold  his  glories,  dawning 

In  every  gracious  word. 

Come  to  the  living  waters. 

Come,  every  thirsty  one ; 
For  all  God's  sons  and  daughters 

The  springs  of  mercy  run  ; 
Come  with  your  soul's  depression, 

With  every  sin  and  woe  ; 
To  cleanse  you  from  transgression 

These  streams  of  mercy  flow. 


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34  POEMS. 

Come  while  these  streams  are  flowing, 

A  shining,  healing  tide, 
And  God  is  still  bestowing 

Salvation  far  and  wide  ; 
Come  while  the  gracious  Saviour 

Is  ready  to  forgive. 
And  in  His  love  and  favor 

Your  soul  shall  ever  live. 


Come  when  the  warmth  of  summer 

Fills  earth  with  fruit  and  flowers ; 
And  bird  and  insect-hunamer 

Plays  round  the  fragrant  bowers ; 
While  harvest  fields  are  shining 

With  glory  and  with  love, 
Oh,  let  your  thoughts,  entwining, 

Dwell  on  the  things  above. 

Come  from  the  wealthy  city. 

Where  trafiic  rules  the  mind ; 
And  where  the  proud  and  witty 

Their  gay  enchantments  find ; 
Come  from  each  lowly  dwelling, 

Come  from  the  princely  halls. 
Where  music  tones  are  swelling, 

"Wliere  earthly  pleasure  calls. 


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COME.  SS 

Come  when  the  autumn  coldly 

Declares  the  summer  past. 
And  night  frosts,  chil],  so  boldly 

Foretell  the  coming  blast ; 
Come  in  the  dead  of  winter, 

When  howling  stonns  appear ; 
There  is  a  door  to  safety. 

Secure  from  anxious  fear. 

Come  from  earth's  scenes  of  glory, 

Deceitful,  though  so  bright; 
Hear  not  the  syren  story 

That  offers  you  delight ; 
Come  in  the  hour  of  sadness, 

When  all  is  dark  and  drear ; 
God  gives  the  soul  a  gladness 

Untold  by  mortals  here. 

Come  when  old  age  is  pressing 

With  languor  strangely  dim. 
Come,  seek  the  Saviour^s  blessing, 

And  ask  for  strength  in  Him ; 
Come  from  the  house  of  mourning, 

Where  sorrow  strikes  the  heart. 
And  gives  a  solemn  warning 

That  friend  from  friend  must  part. 


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36  POEMS. 

Grace  Weighed. 

GRACE  is  not  in  the  market'-place, 
It  never  has  been  sold 
For  merit  that  we  mortals  claim, 
Xor  ponderous  heaps  of  gold. 

If  Ophir's  momitains  could  be  weighed, 
With  all  the  gems  that  shine. 

There  would  be  nothing  in  the  scale 
Approaching  things  divine. 

Grace,  in  celestial  balances, 

Outweighs  in  solid  worth, 
The  gains  of  trade,  the  mines  of  wealth - 

The  wealth  of  all  the  earth. 

Yet  God  dispenses  life  and  grace, 
With  large  and  liberal  hand, 

And  showers  the  blessings  of  His  love 
On  this  and  eveiy  land. 

He  calls  the  needy  to  partake 

Of  mercy,  flowing  free ; 
Stop,  stop,  O  sinner,  stop  and  ask 

Of  God  this  grace  for  thee. 


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GRACE.  37 


Grace. 


GRACE  i3  not  weighed  in  balances, 
And  in  the  market  sold ; 
Its  value  far  exceeds  the  gems 
That  monarehs  set  in  gold. 

Were  all  the  hills  of  Ophir  brought, 
And  countless  coins  of  earth 

Placed  in  the  scale  against  this  pearl, 
They'd  have  no  weight  or  worth. 

Tlie  glories  of  celestial  bliss 
Outweigh  all  other  things ; 

And  peasants  who  obtain  this  gift 
Are  richer  far  than  kings. 

Grace  falls  not  to  the  great  and  wise, 

As  their  undoubted  right. 
But  is  the  wondrous  heritage 

Of  those  who  seek  the  light. 

The  poor  and  needy  all  may  come, 
And  of  this  grace  partake ; 

The  plea  is  not  of  merit  here, 
'Tis  all  for  Jesus'  sake. 


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^ 


38  POEMS. 


Why  Stand  Ye  Idle. 

WHY  stand  ye  idle  all  the  day  ? 
Ye  advocates  of  truth? 
Cleave  to  the  standard  of  the  cross, 

And  thus  renew  your  youth, 
And  then  proclaim  the  glorious  name, 
**  The  way,"  **  the  light,"  *'  the  truth." 

Why  stand  ye  idle  all  the  day? 

There's  work  on  eveiy  hand ; 
Not  servile  in  its  character. 

But  noble,  vast  and  grand ; 
The  harvest-field  offers  its  yield ; 

How  fruitful  is  the  land ! 

^Vhy  stand  ye  idle  all  the  day? 

Thrust,  thrust  the  sickle  in ; 
The  harvest  is  already  ripe. 

And  reapers  must  begin 
To  gather  sheaves  wiien  man  believes 

And  turns  away  from  sin. 

Why  stand  ye  idle  all  the  day  ? 

The  trumpet  must  be  blown 
Until  the  gospel's  saving  sound 

Through  all  the  world  is  known. 
And  men  revere  with  soul  sincere 

The  great  '*  I  Am"  alone. 


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GRAIN  ON  THE  HABVEST-FIELD.  89 


Scatter  the  Seeds  of  Blessing. 

On,  scatter  the  seeds  of  blessing 
Along  each  barren  shore, 
Till  eaith  becomes  a  verdant  plain, 
Blooming  forevermore. 

Oh,  scatter  the  seeds  of  blessing 
With  kind  and  liberal  hand ; 

Each  blade  is  worth  broad  acres 
Of  thorns  upon  the  land. 

Oh,  scatter  the  seeds  of  blessing, 
Though  they  be  small  and  diy, 

For  early  dews  and  latter  rains 
Will  reach  them  from  on  high. 

Oh,  scatter  the  seeds  of  blessing 
Along  each  barren  shore, 

Till  earth  becomes  a  verdant  plain, 
Bloomino:  forevermore. 


Grain  on  the  Harvest-Field. 

THERE'S  grain  on  the  harvest-field. 
And  the  song  of  those  who  reap 
Shall  fill  the  air  with  gladness. 
And  over  the  mountains  sweep. 


— * 


40  POEMS. 

There's  grain  on  the  harvest-field, 
Work,  work,  while  the  day  is  on ; 

The  sun  has  passed  the  noontide, 
And  the  light  will  soon  be  gone. 

There^s  grain  on  the  harv^est-field. 
And  the  reapers  shall  be  paid ; 

The  King  has  guaranteed  to  the  work 
His  succor  and  His  aid. 

There's  grain  on  the  harvest-field. 
But  the  garnering  time  is  nigh, 

When  angels  with  reioieing  songs 
Will  bear  the  sheaves  on  hif^h. 


Anticipating  Evil. 

SOME  people  carry  a  satchel, — 
A  satchel  full  of  sorrow ; 
And  spend  their  time  in  brooding  o'er 
The  evils  of  the  morrow. 

A  sulky  genius  keeps  the  key, 
And  throws  away  all  that's  good  ; 

But  everything  that's  stamped  '*  distress" 
Is  saved  for  their  daily  food. 


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GOOD  IN  DISGUISE.  41 

And  all  the  ills  that  man  can  know 

Seem  hovering  in  one  breast; 
Can  mortal  life  consent  to  stay 

In  such  a  gloomy  nest  ? 


Good  in  Disguise. 

OH,  smooth  the  fuiTows  on  thy  brow, 
Wipe  sorrow  from  thine  eyes, 
And  let  thy  soul  bathe  in  God's  love, 
With  gladness  and  surprise. 

The  many  evils  that  we  fear 

Oft  train  for  higher  good ; 
We  should  rejoice,  if  discipline 

Were  better  understood. 

Much  chastening  always  will  be  found 

A  necessary  thing. 
To  wean  us  from  attractions  here, 

And  bind  to  Christ,  our  King. 

The  sliding  sands  of  earth  may  lead 

To  seek  the  solid  Rock, 
On  which  to  place  our  destiny. 

And  fear  no  future  shock. 


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^ 


42  POEMS. 


The  Blessed  Rain. 

TIIE  gracious  rain  has  come  at  last, 
We  greet  it  with  delight, 
And  sing  with  joy  tlie  glorious  hand, 
Which  still  does  all  things  right. 

To  vitalize  each  drooping  plant, 
And  snatch  it  from  the  gi'ave. 

The  mission  of  this  heavenly  gift 
Is  to  retrieve  and  save, — 

To  save  from  parching  and  from  death 

The  flowerets  and  the  grain. 
Were  there  no  blessed  summer  showers, 

Man's  labor  were  in  vain. 

But  when  the  sweet,  the  blessed  showers 

On  the  broad  fields  descend, 
We  recognize,  in  realms  above, 

A  Father  and  a  Friend. 


The  Good  Passport. 

I  MET  an  angel  in  the  street. 
With  flowing  golden  hair ; 
His  silver  voice  most  sweetly  said. 
In  softened  tones  of  prayer, — 


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THE  GOOD  PASSPORT.  48 

**  KI  should  die  and  go  to  heaven, 

rd  take  my  Bible  there, 
I've  told  my  father  what  I  want, 

And  charged  with  special  care, 

**  To  put  the  Bible  near  my  head. 
And,  when  ray  flesh  shall  rise, 

ril  take  the  Bible  in  my  hand. 
As  I  ascend  the  skies. 

**  And  when  the  door  is  open  wide, 

Where  heavenly  gloiy  lies, 
ril  read  the  Bible  as  I  go. 

With  pleasure  in  my  eyes." 

The  Bible  had  entranced  his  heart. 
And  made  his  faith  grow  strong ; 

The  Bible  was  his  solace  here, 
His  glory  and  his  song. 

The  Bible,  to  his  infant  mind. 

Was  passport,  joy  and  guide. 
His  introduction  to  the  skies, — 

He  loved,  believed,  and  died. 


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44  POEMS. 

Wish  for  an  Afflicted  One. 

OH,  could  the  power  of  mortal  arm 
The  flowers  of  beauty  save, 
Whatever  keeps  this  bosom  warm 
Would  snatch  thee  from  the  grave, — 

Would  sweep  the  languor  from  that  brow 
Where  health  and  vigor  played ; 

So  should  thy  youthful  beauty  glow, 
In  smiles  once  more  arrayed. 

With  every  pleasant  fruit  and  flower, 
Along  thy  pathway  strewn, 

Th}'  lile  be  like  a  charming  bower, 
Where  sorrow  is  unknown, — 

Enriched  with  happiness  while  here, 
On  this  bright,  verdant  clod. 

And  glory  in  the  upper  sphere, — 
The  Paradise  of  God. 

But  Oh,  how  frail  is  mortal  power ! 

How  feeble  each  design  ! 
The  creatures  of  a  transient  hour 

Must  look  for  aid  Divine. 

And  faith  presents  immortal  things, 

With  glory  in  their  train ; 
In  Christ  our  life  arc  all  our  springs. 

And  death  itself  is  gain. 


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JOY  COMETH  IN  THE  MORNTSG.  45 


Ketrospect. 

FIFTY  short  years  have  flitted  by, 
Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
And  foi*  the  fathers,  dwelling  here, 
Of  course  we  look  in  vain. 

But  they  have  left  a  heavenly  trace 

On  every  path  they  trod ; 
How  well  they  served  their  fellow  men, 

While  here  they  walked  with  God. 

So  long  as  memory  holds  its  throne, 

And  lights  the  sacred  past ; 
Their  holy  lives,  like  headland  lights, 

Shall  guide  us  to  the  last. 


Joy  Cometh  in  the  Morning. 

LOOK  up,  ye  down-cast,  weary  ones, 
And  take  the  gracious  warning ; 
**  Sorrow  endureth  for  a  night, 
Joy  Cometh  in  the  morning." 

The  merciful,  who  dwells  on  high. 
Will  hear  the  prisoner's  sighing ; 

And  in  his  tenderness  and  love 
Make  answer  to  his  crying. 


46  POEMS. 

God  lifts  the  needy  from  the  slough 
Of  darkness  and  despah'ing, 

The  face,  suffused  with  tears  at  night. 
At  morn  fresh  joy  is  wearing. 

Look  up,  ye  sad  and  weary  ones, 
And  take  the  gracious  warning ; 

**  Sorrow  endureth  for  the  night, 
Joy  Cometh  in  the  morning." 


The  Old-Fashioned  Chair. 

OH,  what  has  become  of  the  old-fashioned  chair, 
Where  my  heart  oft  ascended  while  kneeling  in 
prayer, — 
The  chair  that  lias  witnessed  the  sigh  and  the  groan 
That  broke  from  my  heart  while  weeping  alone  ? 

Alas,  it  had  witnessed  the  cold  and  the  sere, 
The  winter  of  feeling,  so  dismal  and  drear. 
The  flood-gates  of  feeling  were  closely  sealed  up, 
And  my  hand  held  like  hyssop  affliction's  full  cup. 

And  the  skies  were  all  curtained,  obscuring  the 

light, 
The  day  dream  of  joy  was  turned  into  night. 
So  cold  and  so  frigid  that  nothing  would  melt, 
Surrounded  with  darkness  —  a  night  to  be  felt. 


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JUBILEE.  47 

Twas  there  where  I  knelt,  ^mid  depression  and  woe. 
My  voice  'neath  the  pressure  refusing  to  flow, 
Unrelieved  by  the  tear,  too  burdened  to  sigh, 
The  lone  heart  was  waiting  for  grace  from  on  high. 

Thick  darkness  had  parted  its  mantle  afar. 

And  showed  the  brii^ht  beamin":  of  Bethlehem's 

Star,— 
It  shone  in  such  splendor,  hope  smiled  in  its  beam. 
And  peace  and  salvation  flowed  down  in  a  stream. 

If  vows  of  devotion  were  fervent  and  true. 
Its  witnessed  fulfillments  were  feeble  and  few ; 
Though  I  knelt  on  its  cushion  full  three  times  a  day, 
It  often  had  whispered,  *'  How  little  you  pray." 


Jubilee. 


JUST  fifty  years  have  passed, 
It  is  the  Jubilee  day. 
Since  Jesus  found  my  soul  in  tears, 
And  washed  my  guilt  away. 

Oh,  I  remember  well 
How  God-like  he  appeared, 

AVlien  he  delivered  me  from  death ,- 
The  death  I  Ions:  had  feared. 


48  POEMS. 

He  kindly  healed  my  wounds, 

By  his  Almighty  grace  ; 
How  joyfully  I  bowed  to  him, 

When  he  revealed  his  face. 

Ko  tongue  can  ever  tell 

The  peace  that  ruled  within, 

When,  washed  from  my  enormous  guilt, 
And  saved  from  death  and  sin. 

On  this  glad  Jubilee, 

Be  glory  and  renown 
To  Him  who  saved  my  sinful  soul 

From  God's  eternal  frown. 


Keminiscences. 


WHEX  first  the  cross  of  Christ  appeared 
To  my  desponding  soul, 
'Twas  then  the  balm  of  Gilead  flowed. 
And  made  my  spirit  whole. 

Twas  healing  for  the  dreadful  wounds 

That  sin  had  made  within ; 
'Twas  the  transforming  power  of  grace, 

The  antidote  of  sin. 


ON  LEAVING  OLIVER   STREET.  49 

A  thrill  of  joy  ran  through  my  heart, 

And  streaming  from  the  throne 
Came  gushings  of  internal  peace, — 

A  peace  before  unknown. 

My  tongue  broke  forth  in  lofty  strains 

To  celebrate  Ilis  praise, 
Whose  mercy  had  reclaimed  my  soul 

From  sin's  destructive  ways. 


Ok  Leaving  Oliver  Street. 

HOW  can  I  leave  the  altar-stone, 
AVhere  holy  men  were  kneeling, 
When  this  my  heail  was  young  and  warm, 
And  full  of  joyful  feeling? 

And  when  beneath  the  Hudson's  wave. 

In  the  baptismal  waters, 
I  owned  my  Lord,  and  joined  myself 

To  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 

'Twas  there  they  gladly  sang  and  prayed, 
**  Good  Lord,  thy  saints  deliver 

From  all  temptation,  sin  and  death, 
And  keep  them  safe  forever." 
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50  POEMS. 

The  Spirit  seemed  to  answer  then, 
The  motion  of  their  breathing ; 

Successes  crowned  their  blessed  work, 
In  glorious  prospects  wreatliing. 

And  every  day  new  crowns  were  brought 

For  him,  the  King  of  glory, 
Of  converts  young  and  full  of  life, 

Who  told  the  joyful  story, — 

How  Jesus  met  them  in  the  way, — 
Their  need,  their  guilt,  discerning, — 

From  the  dark  ways  of  sin  and  woe, 
Their  wandering  footsteps  turning. 

The  heavenly  gates  were  open  wide, 
The  showers  of  grace  descended. 

And  happy  souls  dissolved  in  tears. 
And  grace  and  glory  blended. 

How  can  I  leave  the  altar-stone, 
'Wliere  hol}^  men  were  kneeling. 

When  this  my  heart  was  young  and  warm, 
And  full  of  joyous  feeling? 


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OUR  OAA^N  WAY.  51 


Our  Own  Way. 


*A  man's  heart  deviseth  his  way;  but  the  Lord  directeth  his  steps.'* 
Prov.  xvi.  9. 

TIME,  passing  time  has  answered  me, 
As  eloquent  as  mild ; 
**  Thou  knowest  not  thy  destiny, 
Thou  darkened,  wayward  child. 

**  'Tis  by  thy  Father's  hand  unseen 

Thy  ways  are  all  prepared ; 
He  has  a  vision  deep  and  keen 

AVhich  thou  hast  never  shared. 

**  Thick  darkness  hovers  o'er  thy  mind 

With  an  impervious  gloom ; 
Thy  future  visions  are  as  blind 

As  though  beyond  the  tomb. 

**  And  yet  dost  thou  pretend  to  guide 

With  confidence  thy  feet. 
Assured  thy  steps  will  never  slide 

Where  death  and  terror  meet  ? 

**  And,  art  thou  sure,  thy  plan  pursued, 

However  fair  and  bright. 
Experience  never  will  intinide, 

To  show,  it  was  not  right! 


52  POEMS. 

**  Stay,  thoughtless  mortal,  stay  thy  tread, 

Xor  dare  presume  again 
To  move  thy  foot  till  light  is  shed 

To  mark  thy  pathway  plain ! " 

Ask  Heaven  to  give  thee  peace  and  truth, 

To  Heaven  resign  thy  care. 
Press  on  with  ardor,  fitting  youth, 

To  find  acceptance  there. 


Light  from  Heaven. 

I  SUNK  in  the  depths  of  despair. 
Overwhelming  with  anguish  my  soul, 
Till  Jesus,  the  Master,  appeared. 

And  made  the  transgressor  quite  whole. 

The  light  and  the  glory  that  shone 
Came  down  from  the  regions  above. 

And  brought  the  assurance  of  faith, 
The  manifest  tokens  of  love. 

How  boundless  the  joy  of  that  hour 
When  life  with  its  blessings  came  down, 

And  the  heavens  seemed  clothed  with  a  smile 
Instead  of  a  threatenino:  frown. 


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A  BEAUTEOUS  SERAPH. 


A  Beauteous  Sekaph. 


A  BEAUTEOUS  seraph  came  from  heaven, 
With  pure  and  spotless  wing, 
He  spoke  in  mellow  tones  of  joy, 
And  thus  began  to  sing : 

*'  Glory  shall  be  to  God  on  high. 

His  peace  o'er  earth  extend ; 
The  great  Messiah's  gracious  reign 

Shall  never,  never  end. 

**  Cut  from  the  mountain  without  hands, 

The  stone  shall  onward  roll, 
Till  the  blest  gospel's  saving  news 

Shall  reach  each  needy  soul. 

**And  all  the  earth  shall  gladly  crown 

The  blest,  immortal  One, 
Who  comes  to  seek,  who  comes  to  save, — 

God's  well-beloved  Son. 

**  The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
Shall  reign  through  endless  days, 

And  eveiy  nation,  filled  with  joy, 
Break  forth  in  rapturous  praise." 


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54:  POEMS. 


The  Eloquent  Prayer. 

'fpWAS  an  eloquent  prayer, 
X  Addressed  to  the  pews ; 
Full  of  theology  fine, 

Well  sprinkled  with  news ; 
And  God  was  the  medium 

Preferred  to  convey 
Whatever  the  preacher 

Thought  proper  to  say. 

So  the  narrative  flowed, 

Through  what  was  called  prayer. 
But  he  ait- felt  devotion 

Declined  to  be  there  ; 
Save,  save  us,  O  Jesus, 

From  going  astray ; 
When  we  lift  up  our  hands. 

Professing  to  pray. 


The  Light-house. 


ALIGHT-HOUSE,  planted  on  a  hill, 
Oft  telJs  a  cheerful  story. 
And  drives  the  gloom  of  night  away 
With  brilliant  rays  of  glory. 


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A  CALL  TO  BENEVOLENCE.  55 

The  mariner  on  ocean's  wave 

Is  warned  against  his  danger, 
When  drawing  near  the  treacherous  coast 

Of  foreign  strand,  a  stranger. 

There  is  a  light  on  Zion's  tower. 

To  guide  the  lost  and  weary, 
When  drifting  o'er  the  waves  of  time. 

With  prospects  dark  and  dreary. 

The  radiance  of  that  glorious  light 
Will  smooth  the  roughest  ocean, 

For  death  and  sorrow  bring  us  joy. 
And  peace  succeeds  commotion. 


A  Call  to  Benevolence. 

THE  calls  of  poverty, 
Of  sorrow,  want,  and  pain, — 
Oh,  never  let  them  look  to  thee. 
And  ask  thy  gifts  in  vain. 

What  yet  may  be  thy  state 
On  earth,  thou  dost  not  know. 

Ah !  it,  like  theirs,  may  be  the  fate 
Of  bitterness  and  woe. 


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66  POEMS. 

But  should  thy  future  sky, 

Beam  with  prosperity, 
Oh,  bid  it  light  the  tearful  eye, 

That  asks  thy  charity. 

And  in  the  reckoning  day, 

When  worlds  thy  works  shall  see, 

Oh,  then  the  righteous  Judge  shall  say, 
**  IV ve  done  it  unto  me." 


Good  Time  Coming. 

THERE'S  a  good  time  coming,  brothers, 
Meet,  meet  to  sing  and  pray ; 
Prayer  is  the  best  employment, 

The  best  for  night  and  day ; 
Cast  out  all  fear,  and  now  draw  near. 
Our  Jesus  is  the  way. 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  brothers, 

The  Saviour  is  our  friend, 
And  His  presence  will  be  with  us, 

Be  with  us  to  the  end. 
Our  sure  support  and  sole  resort 

Till  grace  and  gloiy  blend. 


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GOOD  TIME  COMING.  57 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  brothers, 

Prayer  lifts  the  heart  on  high ; 
Beyond  eveiy  stormy  morning 

There  is  a  bright  blue  sky ; 
And  through  each  storm  we  see  the  form 

Of  angels  drawing  nigh. 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  brothers, 

Read,  read  the  holy  word ; 
It  is  the  highest  wisdom 

That  man  has  ever  heard ; 
Precept  and  song,  streaming  along, 

The  Word  is  the  Spirit's  sword. 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  brothers. 

The  Blessed  will  forgive. 
While  bowing  at  His  gracious  throne. 

His  mercy  bids  us  live ; 
How  happy  we  will  always  be 

While  Jesus  comes  to  give. 

There^s  a  good  time  coming,  brothers, 

We  cast  our  care  on  Him  ; 
Above  the  clouds  smiles  the  broad  sky 

With  radiance  never  dim ; 
'Mid  storm  and  gale  we  shall  prevail, 

We  shall  prevail  through  Him. 


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58  POEMS. 

To  My  Children. 

BE  these  the  secrets  of  your  life, 
To  be  yourselves  content, 
And  thankful  to  the  Bountiful, 
Whose  blessings  have  been  lent, — 

To  know  how  little  you  deserve 

Of  all  that  you  enjoy, 
To  banish  every  cankering  care 

That  might  your  peace  destroy, — 

To  think  the  hills  and  vales  your  own, 

Because  your  Father's  care 
Has  formed  them  with  His  mighty  hand 

And  placed  their  grandeur  there. 

Slight  not  the  beauteous  flowers  that  bloom 

With  iragrant  joy  for  all. 
To  search  for  spiders  and  for  snails 

Along  the  garden  wall. 

Set  not  your  minds  on  clouds  that  lower. 
But  on  the  light  that's  shining. 

Beyond  the  storm-cloud  of  the  sky, 
Behold  the  silver  linino:. 


SHALL  WOMAN  SPEAK?  59 


Shall  Woman  Speak? 

SHALL  fair  woman  speak  in  public  P 
Can  man  refuse  to  hear  • 
The  voice  that  taught  him  how  to  speak, 
And  dried  his  early  tear  ? 

Shall  fair  woman  speak  in  public  ? 

Her  sympathy  and  love 
Gives  her  a  world,  all,  all  her  own. 

To  charm,  to  melt,  to  move. 

S'jall  fair  womau  speak  in  public  ? 

She  has  a  heart  to  feel, 
And  eloquence  drops  from  her  tongue, 

To  pierce  like  points  of  steel. 

Shall  fair  woman  pray  in  public  ? 

With  wants  she  feels  alone. 
Shall  she  be  thrust  aside  by  man, 

AVhile  drawing  near  the  throne? 

Shall  fair  woman  preach  in  public  ? 

Who  dares  to  throw  away 
Tliis  mighty  source  of  gi'ace  and  power, 

Li  this  auspicious  day. 


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60  POEMS. 


Gay  Attire. 


WHAT  stands  behind  those  gauzy  clouds 
Of  fashion  and  of  froth  ? 
Can  any  servant  of  the  Lord 
Bring  such  great  nonsense  forth  ? 

Can  it  show  forth  heaven's  holy  light 

Behind  these  screens  of  pride. 
And  will  it  shine  in  bright  array, 

With  vanity  inside  ? 

What  must  a  worldling  think,  to  see 

A  Christian  thus  attired, — 
A  buttei-fly  in  human  form. 

Waiting  to  be  admired  ? 

The  saints  of  old  were  wiser  far, 

And  humble  in  their  mien  ; 
Their  costume  made  their  spirit  known, 

Wherever  they  were  seen. 

The  garb  that  tells  of  pride  and  lust 

Had  all  been  thrown  aside, 
To  follow  Him,  the  heavenly  One, 

Their  pattern  and  their  guide. 


THE  POOR  CHILD.  61 


The  Poor  Child. 

POVERTY^S  angel  had  stricken  the  child, 
Rags  were  her  clothing,  tattered  and  wild. 

Cold  winds  of  winter  were  kissing  her  skin, 
Discomfort  and  death  were  lurking  within. 

The  morsel  that  kept  her  little  blood  waim. 
Was  sought  in  the  street,  in  sunshine  or  storm. 

Through  dirt  and  distress  her  beauty  still  smiled, 
While  angels  of  death  were  smiting  the  child. 

The  messenger  came  in  darkness  of  night. 
And  took  the  poor  child  to  regions  of  light. 

A  breath  of  foul  air,  in  passing  along. 
Finished  life's  poem  and  ended  its  song. 

A  victim  of  want,  scarce  five  winters  old, 
Details  of  story  too  sad  to  be  told. 

Draw  not  on  fancy  for  pictures  of  woe ; 
Truth  is  more  striking  than  fancy's  best  glow. 

Her  ashes  are  here,  her  spirit  has  fled. 
Now  little  Maiy,  the  beggar,  is  dead. 

For  children  of  want,  in  thfe  system  of  grace. 
Oh,  think  it  not  strange  that  heaven  has  a  place. 


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62  POEMS. 

God's  thoughts  are  richer  in  bountiful  worth, 
Than  can  be  conceived  by  woims  of  the  earth. 

God's  mercy  is  great,  great  as  the  great  sea, 
Boundless  and  glorious,  effective  and  free. 

What  word  did  she  bear  our  Father  on  high  ? 
Had  we  fed  her  here,  or  left  her  to  die  ? 

Oh,  ye  who  enjoy  the  w^annth  of  your  fire, 
Whose  wish  is  a  draft  for  all  you  desire, — 

Oh,  think  of  the  poor  in  hunger  and  cold, 
Send  them  in  mercy  a  pittance  of  gold. 

The  winds  boldly  whisper  the  death  they  may  bear, 
Daughters  of  sorrow,  deprived  of  your  care. 

Let  them  not  carry  the  story  on  high. 

You  hardened  your  heart,  and  left  them  to  die. 


By  the  Rivers  of  Babylon. 

HIGH  hung  the  harps  of  Palestine, 
As  o'er  a  living  tomb ; 
The  chords  that  used  to  vibrate  joy, 
Were  silent  in  the  gloom. 


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EMPTINESS.  63 

Captivity  had  bound  her  soul 

To  shadows  and  decay ; 
Her  ancient  faith  and  trust  in  God 

Had  passed  in  grief  away. 

And  thus  she  sat  beside  the  stream, 

A  sad  and  mournful  thing, 
Forgetful  of  her  former  strength, 

And  of  her  heavenly  King. 

But  Zion  shall  arise  again, 

Her  wrongs  shall  be  redressed, 

And  many  sons  shall  crowd  her  gates, 
To  be  forever  blest. 


EstPTnsT:ss. 


THERE  are  no  thoughts  within  my  brain, 
No  motion  in  my  will ; 
And  yet  these  clumsy  finger-joints 
Are  kept  in  motion  still. 

A\Tiy  should  my  ink  thus  run  to  waste. 
When  there's  no  thought  to  chain 

To  this  white  sheet,  spread  out  so  fair, 
So  free  from  every  stain  ? 


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64  POEMS. 

'Twere  better  far  to  take  my  rest, 
Until  some  startlino^  thino: 

Shall  wake  emotions  in  the  mind, 
To  plmne  the  muse's  wing. 


The  Miser  Banker. 

I'VE  had  a  great  honor  this  morning. 
Talked  with  a  millionaire. 
At  the  door  of  his  ancient  domain, 
While  stealing  a  breath  of  cheap  air. 

Ninety  winters  have  pelted  his  brow. 
And  thinned  out  his  aged  gray  hair; 

He  looked  like  the  sage  of  some  cave, 
Drawn  forth  to  the  mouth  of  his  lair. 

His  manners  were  gentle  and  kind, 
Ungarnished  and  plain  was  his  mien, 

An  old-fashioned  bachelor  man. 
But  still  rich  enough  for  a  queen. 

His  bonds  and  his  money,  unwasted, 
Were  laid  up  like  snow,  in  a  pile. 

Though  his  wardrobe  would  often  appear 
In  quantity  mean  as  in  style. 


ELSEWHERE.  65 

Just  then  his  shirt  wanted  a  collar, 

And  some  few  buttons  beside ; 
Such  troubles  he  wished  to  avoid, 

And  every  appearance  of  pride. 

^Vliether  he  has  been  careful  to  pile 
The  treasures  that  glow  in  the  skies, 

Are  matters  this  scribbler  knows  not, 
And  he  does  not  dare  to  surmise. 


Elsewhere. 


A  SEARCH  for  happiness  I  made, 
Through  mountain  dells  of  deepest  shade ; 
Soft  echoes  sadly  met  me  there, 
And  whispered  out,  **  Elsewhere,  elsewhere." 

I  wandered  through  the  rounds  of  mirth, 
Where  earthly  forms  of  joy  had  birth  ; 
But  still  I  heard  the  echo  there, 
In  noisy  shouts,  *' Elsewhere,  elsewhere." 

I  floated  on  the  stream  of  time. 
Through  every  region,  every  clime. 
And  made  my  search  with  anxious  care. 
But  land  and  wave  cried  out,  •*  Elsewhere." 
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C6  POEMS. 

To  worldly  wisdom  I  applied, — 

With  haughty  brow  she  turned  aside, 

And  with  a  sharp  and  scornful  air, 

She  shouted  out,  **  Elsewhere,  elsewhere." 

I  then  appealed  to  hoards  of  gain, 

And  heard  from  them,  with  deepest  pain, 

In  answer  to  my  fervent  prayer, 

The  dismal  sound,  **  Elsewhere,  elsewhere." 

And  then  I  turned  and  questioned  fame, 

She  answered,  with  a  blush  of  shame, 

**  I  have  no  happiness  to  spare. 

Go  make  your  search  elsewhere,  elsewhere." 

Then  I  communed  with  stations  high. 
Their  slow  response  came  thundering  by. 
Though  boasting  with  a  pompous  air, 
They  ended  with,  **  Elsewhere,  elsewhere." 

I  sought  from  industry  the  boon, — 
Most  honestly  it  answered  soon, 
*'  Although  I  keep  from  many  a  snare,' 
The  thing  you  seek  is  still  elsewhere." 

At  length  I  heard  the  gospel  sound. 
In  Christ  the  glorious  boon  was  found  ; 
I  pressed  it  to  my  heart  with  care. 
And  had  no  more  to  look  elsewhere. 


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THE   SKY.  67 

**  Elsewhere ''  was  then  a  needless  word, 
Xew  peace  had  come,  new  hopes  were  stirred, 
And  in  my  Saviour  I  possessed 
The  elements  of  joy  and  rest. 


The  Sky. 


NO  gorgeous  hall  compares  with  thee, 
Thou  bright,  blue  sky  above ; 
Thou  beautiful  immensity, 
Thou  canopy  of  love  ! 

Great  kings  have  built  their  arches  high, 
And  spread  their  fame  abroad ; 

But  all  the  arches  of  the  sky 
Are  Thine,  Almighty  Lord. 

And  all  the  wonders  beaming  there. 

At  noon  and  eventide, 
But  speak  Thy  presence,  and  declare 

Thy  glory  far  and  wide. 

Far  as  our  mortal  eyes  can  reach. 
Or  towering  thought  conceive, 

Thy  wisdom  and  thy  power  they  teach, 
And  force  us  to  believe. 


C8  POEMS. 

Plymouth  Rock. 

'rriWAS  on  this  memorable  stone, 
X     Our  jDilgi'im  fathers  trod, 
When  to  these  wilds  they  came  alone, 
For  conscience  and  for  God. 

Here,  kneeling  on  the  frozen  strand, 

In  heartfelt,  fervent  prayer, 
They  sought  the  succor  of  His  hand, 

And  found  His  presence  there. 

How  cold  and  wintry  was  the  sky, 
How  warm  each  pious  breast ! 

They  saw  with  a  prophetic  eye, 
God's  kingdom  in  the  west ! 

A  state  without  an  earthly  king, 

A  church  from  prelates  free, 
Were  household  words,  a  powerful  spring. 

That  wove  our  destiny. 

To  all  their  children  they  bequeathed 

These  bases  of  reform, 
In  which  the  very  thoughts  are  wreathed, 

That  keep  our  life-blood  warm. 

And  while  this  rocky  emblem  stands 

Firm  in  its  resting-place, 
We  pledge  our  hearts,  we  join  our  hands. 

To  praise  Almighty  grace. 


THANKSGIVING  —  PRAY  ALWAYS.  69 

And  every  spire  we  raise  aloft, 

Shall  blazon  on  the  sky, 
The  glorious  truths  they  taught  so  oft, 

Truths  that  can  never  die. 


Thanksgiving. 


THANKSGIVING  to    God,   how   boundless  the 
theme ! 
The  subject  is  wider  than  mortals  can  dream  : 
The  dew-drops  of  morning  are  few  when  compared 
With  the  showers  of  blessing  in  which  we  have 
shared. 

Our  Shepherd  is  watching  the  fold  of  His  care, 
And  guarding  their  footsteps  from  evil  and  snare. 
The  bliss  of  His  presence  still  cheers  them  along. 
With  the  joys  of  salvation  in  volumes  of  song. 


Pray  Always. 


OUR  Saviour  spake  a  parable 
To  all  of  human  kind ; 
Oh,  hear  the  gracious  words  He  spake, 
And  bear  them  still  in  mind. 

He  said  men  always  ought  to  pray, 

And  never,  never  faint ; 
A  Father's  ear  will  always  hear. 

And  answer  their  complaint. 


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70  POEMS. 

He'll  hear  when  in  the  darkest  hour 
They  bow  before  His  throne  ; 

His  succor  will  outrun  their  words, 
And  make  His  mercy  known. 


In  Jesus'  Name. 


OUR  souls  shall  lift  their  prayer  to  God, 
Soon  as  our  eyes  awake ; 
Our  plea  at  morning,  as  at  night, 
Is  still  for  Jesus'  sake. 

No  other  merit  can  we  boast, 

We  make  no  other  chiim. 
But  the  sole  merit  that  we  plead, 

Is  Jesus'  precious  name. 

'Tis  by  this  door  we  enter  in. 

And  bow  before  the  throne ; 
The  energy  that  draws  our  heart, 

Is  in  this  name  alone. 


Prayer. 


PRAYER  is  the  offering  of  the  soul, 
In  holy  sacrifice ; 
The  turning  of  the  heart  to  God, 
Who  dwells  above  the  skies. 


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THE  HOUR  OF  PRAYER.  71 

Prayer,  in  the  pressure  of  our  need, 

Compels  our  souls  to  go 
To  Ilim  who  keeps  a  full  supply 

To  banish  every  woe. 

Prayer  is  tlie  exercise  of  faith ; 

Prayer  prompts  the  needy  soul 
To  go  to  Christ,  who  has  the  power 

To  make  the  sinner  whole. 

Prayer  leads  us  to  the  chamber,  where 

The  King  is  found  alone  ; 
And  thence  the  faithful  soul  comes  foilb 

With  blessinfi^s  from  the  throne. 


The  Hour  of  Prayer. 

GO  in  the  early  morning, 
Before  the  sun  has  risen. 
And  let  your  soul,  expanding, 
Break  through  its  earthly  prison. 

Go  in  the  noontide  brightness. 
And  let  your  wants  be  known  ; 

Both  day  and  night,  the  Merciful 
His  watchful  care  has  shown. 

Go  when  the  evening  curtains 
Are  wrapped  around  the  earth, 

And  in  the  solemn  stillness, 
Recount  the  Saviour's  w^orth. 


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POEMS. 

Go  in  the  hours  of  midnight, 
When  silence  rules  alone ; 

Go  to  the  Seat  of  Mercy, 

And  bow  before  God's  throne. 

Go,  ask  the  benediction 

Of  Him  who  reigns  on  high. 

Blest  with  the  hope  of  glory, — 
Hope  that  shall  never  die. 


Evening. 


THE  evening  sun  begins  to  cast 
Long  shadows  on  before  ; 
To  tell  that  day  is  gone  at  last. 
And  all  its  toils  are  o'er. 

How  calm  the  weary  day  departs, 
Without  a  sigh  or  groan  ; 

And  brings  a  solace  to  our  hearts, 
Which  evening  gives  alone! 

Oh,  how  refreshing  is  the  air, 
Xow  breathing  from  the  hill. 

With  blissful  fragrance  everpvhere. 
And  music  from  the  rill. 

The  evening  shades  begin  to  cast 
Their  shadows  on  before. 

To  tell  that  day  has  gone  at  last. 
And  all  its  toils  are  o'er. 


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EVENING  PRAYER.  73 


Evening  Prayer. 

IX  the  sweet  hour  of  evening  prayer, 
Devotion's  calm  delight 
Should  close  the  business  of  the  day, 
And  fit  us  for  the  night. 

God  is  the  strength  of  our  right  arm, 

In  Him  we  live  and  move ; 
The  blessings  which  we  here  enjoy. 

Flow  from  His  throne  above. 

His  ever  gracious  eye  looks  down, 

To  guide,  direct  and  keep 
The  humble  souls  who  trust  in  Him, 

Or  waking  or  asleep. 

We  cast  ourselves  on  Him  alone, 
And  close  our  eyes  in  peace : 

Persuaded  that  the  Lord  is  good, 
Whose  mercies  never  cease. 

Thus  in  the  hour  of  evening  prayer. 

Devotion's  calm  delight 
Closes  the  business  of  the  day, 

And  fits  us  for  the  ni^ht. 


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74  POEMS. 


Sabbath  Morning. 


'rriS  a  quiet  Sabbath  morning, 
JL     Balm  is  floating  on  the  air ; 
Chime  these  bells  with  cheerful  warning, 
Come,  ye  needy  ones,  to  prayer. 

With  devotion's  ardor  swelling, 
Lift  your  heavy  hearts  above  ; 

All  your  wants  and  sorrows  telling 
To  the  Father,  who  is  love. 

His  kind  ear  will  always  listen 

To  the  saddest  tale  of  woe  ; 
He  will  make  the  darkness  glisten, 

And  the  lights  of  gloiy  glow. 

Come,  my  soul,  this  Sabbath  morning, 
Though  by  sorrow^'s  shade  oppressed ; 

Take  the  kind  and  gentle  warning, 
And  enjoy  the  holy  rest. 


Life. 

HOW  slender  is  the  gossamer, 
Which  holds  this  life  of  ours. 
Like  threads  that  sever  at  the  touch 
Of  zephyrs  from  the  bowers. 


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LIFE  HERE  AND  HEREAFTER.  75 

Life  is  a  vapor,  passing  off, 

A  transient  morning  cloud, 
Wliose  dew  has  wet  the  early  grass, 

And  beautified  its  shroud. 

Life  is  a  fading  flower  of  grass, 

Parched  by  the  burning  sun ; 
It  gathers  up  the  beautiful, 

And  all  its  work  is  done. 


Life  Here  and  Hereafter. 

OUR  life  is  like  a  winter's  day. 
Its  hours  are  nearly  past ; 
The  afternoon  is  present  now. 
And  night  is  coming  fast. 

The  shadows  lengthen  on  our  path, 

The  sun  is  hasting  down, 
And  evening  puts  the  drapery  on, 

And  wears  its  starry  crown. 

But  there's  a  land  beyond  the  west, 
Where  brighter  glories  shine  ; 

In  that  fair  clime  no  darkness  comes. 
Nor  golden  suns  decline. 


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76  POEMS. 

And  there  is  light  and  love  and  joy, 

All  flowing  on  forever, 
The  eveninor  shades  will  brinor  us  there, 

Beyond  the  chilly  river. 

We're  near  the  glorious  streets  of  gold, 

The  pearly  gates  appear ; 
'Tis  afternoon  already  now, 

The  brio^hter  land  is  near. 


The  Web  of  Life. 

O'ER  every  loom  of  human  life, 
How  swift  the  shuttle  flies  ! 
Each  one  must  weave  the  warp  and  wool", 
And  then  lies  down  and  dies. 

The  smiling  infant  weaves  a  piece, 
The  breadth  of  its  own  hand. 

And  when  its  little  task  is  done. 
Goes  to  the  spirit-land. 

Some  blooming  youth  is  weaving  on. 
With  prospects  clear  and  bright, 

When  suddenly  the  w^oof  is  out, 
And  all  is  dark  as  ni^rht. 


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THE  SHORT  JOURNEY.  77 

The  pilgrim  of  a  hundred  years, 
Weaves  long  and  checkered  cloth, 

But  weak  and  wasted,  at  the  end, 
Is  crushed  before  the  moth. 

And  others  drive  the  shuttle  on, 

With  loads  of  pain  and  care, 
Just  like  a  post-horse  on  the  road. 

That  runs  with  dash  and  dare. 

An  eagle,  of  the  fleetest  kind, 

With  pinions  spread  on  high. 
Once  tried  to  pass  this  shuttle  gauge, 

But  soon  came  down  to  die. 

So  fall  the  great  and  haughty  ones, 
Who  make  this  world  their  trust. 

The  victims  of  their  fancied  strength, 
They  drop  into  the  dust. 


The  Short  Journey. 

WHEX  near  the  city  of  the  dead, 
With  solemn  tread  we  fare. 
We  think  how  few  the  steps  may  be 
To  our  apartments  there. 


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78  POEMS. 

In  how  few  hours  the  dial-plate 

May  point  us  to  the  earth, 
There  we  must  lay  this  mortal  by, 

Like  ashes  from  the  hearth. 

Our  mother,  in  her  kindliness, 

Opens  her  breast  to  all ; 
And  we,  her  children,  wait  our  turn, 

To  hear  the  final  call. 

It  falls  upon  the  ears  of  men, 

With  echoes  ever^'where ; 
Now  summoning  the  aged  here, 

And  then  the  infant  there. 

And  so  they  come  in  countless  throngs, 

Of  every  age  and  name  ; 
Some,  those  who  seek  the  world  of  light, 

Some  from  the  lists  of  shame. 

And  every  soul  that  stands  between 
These  ocean-wide  extremes, 

Must  join  the  city  of  the  dead. 
Despite  their  golden  dreams. 


The  Dead  Infant. 

THIS  beautiful  blossom 
Is  plucked  from  its  stem ; 
The  crown  of  the  future 
Is  robbed  of  its  gem. 


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DEATH.  79 

Some  angel,  in  passing, 

Hath  borne  it  away 
From  earth's  cheerless  regions 

To  mansions  of  day. 

Though  bitter  the  parting, 

Yet  joylul  the  gain  ; 
A  cherub  of  glory, 

Our  babe  will  remain. 


Death. 

WHEN  death^s  cold  fingers  come  to  play 
Around  the  stoutest  hearts, 
Life  gathers  up  its  active  feet. 
Then  suddenly  departs. 

It  leaves  the  senseless  ashes,  cold, 

To  moulder  in  the  gi-are  ; 
Earth  has  no  balsam  to  restore. 

No  energy  to  save. 

And  so  we  pass,  with  every  day. 

Like  chafif  before  the  wind  ; 
Prepared  or  unprepared,  we  go, 

And  leave  all  thin^^s  behind. 


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80  POEMS. 

My  soul,  ah  !  whither  wilt  thou  flee? 

To  Him  who  dwells  on  high  ? 
Or  to  those  dismal  depths  of  woe, 

WTiere  death  will  never  die  ? 


In  Memoriam  J.  S.  O. 

AS  sinks  the  weary  summer  sun 
Behind  the  golden  west, 
So  passed  our  sainted  one  away, 
When  he  was  called  to  rest. 

Not  in  the  dark  and  sullen  gloom 
That  hovers  round  the  night. 

But  in  the  ray  where  glories  bloom, 
Refulgent  with  delight, — 

Beyond  the  curtains  of  the  night. 
Where  radiant  beauties  glow, 

Along  celestial  streams  of  bliss. 
Which  shall  forever  flow. 

He  saw  bright  haloes  o^er  his  head, 

And  holy  angels  there. 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  wing, 

Soon  took  him  to  their  care. 

Oh,  with  what  holy  ecstacy 
This  faithful  pilgrim  trod 

Over  the  waves  of  Jordan^s  stream, 
To  the  bosom  of  his  God. 


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THE   DYING  CHRISTIAN.  81 


The  Dying  Christian. 

HIS  faith  was  strong  at  eventide, 
Almost  like  vision,  clear ; 
And  love,  like  music  in  the  soul, 
Cast  out  each  doubt  and  fear. 


Strength  from  on  high  sustained  his  heart 

With  energy  unknown. 
Earth  faded  from  his  sight,  but  heaven 

Around  his  spirit  shone. 

The  chariot  that  Elijah  rode 
Came  through  the  parting  sky, 

And  angel  messengers  drew  near 
To  bear  his  soul  on  high. 

Celestial  light  was  round  him  poured, 

He  heard  the  angels  sing ; 
And  faith,  impatient  of  delay. 

Spread  out  its  buoyant  wing. 

Thus,  rising  from  this  narrow  sphere, 

He  bade  the  world  adieu. 
Exclaiming,  with  a  loving  heart. 

••  The  God  of  Love  is  true." 
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82  POEMS. 

There  seraphim  in  perfect  bliss 
Wait  at  the  shining  shore, 

To  gather  saints  in  Jesus'  fold, 
Safe,  safe  forevermore. 


The  Christian  in  Death. 

HOW  like  an  alabaster  cast 
The  happy  Christian  lay, 
When  death  had  in  a  moment  past 
And  kissed  his  soul  away. 

A  group  of  smiling  angels  fanned 

His  weaiT  frame  to  rest, 
And  music  from  their  joyful  band 

Thrilled  through  his  fainting  breast. 

Was  such  an  emblem  ever  seen 

Of  innocence  and  love 
A  halo  shining  from  his  mien 

Like  the  bright  things  above  ? 

Thus  Moses  from  the  mount  of  God 

With  shining  visage  came. 
For  he  on  holy  ground  had  trod, 

And  glory  filled  his  frame. 


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SHALL  WE   MEET?  —  BEAUTIFUL  CITY.  83 

Above  we  know  our  brother  dwells. 

Freed  from  this  house  of  clay, 
Seraphic  joy  his  bosom  swells, 

In  never  ending  day. 


Shall  wb  Meet  Beyond  the  River? 

SHALL  we  meet  beyond  the  river. 
The  beautiful  river  of  God  ; 
Where  eternal  life  and  glory 
Forever  are  flowing  abroad. 
In  ciystal  streams 
Beyond  our  dreams 
From  the  pure  fountains  of  tlie  Lord  ? 


Beautiful  City. 


BEAUTIFLT.  CITY!  beautiful  city ! 
Where  angels  sing, — 
Beautiful  city  !  beautiful  city  ! 
Where  God  is  King. 

Beautiful  city !  beautiful  city! 

With  streets  of  gold ; 
Beautiful  city  !  beautiful  city ! 

Of  wealth  untold. 


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84:  POEMS. 

Beautiful  city !  beautiful  city ! 

Where  all  are  blest ; 
Beautiful  city !  beautiful  city 

Of  endless  rest. 

Beautiful  city  !  beautiful  city 
Life's  bright  river, 

Beautiful  city !  beautiful  city 
Flows  forever. 

Beautiful  city !  beautiful  city 
Where  life  is  v^^on. 

Beautiful  city  !  beautiful  city 
God  is  her  Sun. 

Beautiful  city !  beautiful  city 
Ko  frightful  snare, 

Beautiful  city  !  beautiful  city 
Nor  death  is  there. 

Beautiful  city  !  beautiful  city 
Where  all  is  light, 

Beautiful  city !  beautiful  city 
Without  a  night. 


**It  is  Ours." 

IT  is  ours,  it  is  ours ; 
The  glorious  hope  of  life 
Outspreads  heaven's  palaces  afar 
Beyond  the  realms  of  strife. 


THE  RESURRECTION.  85 

Yes,  the  time  is  surely  coming, 

And  we  shall  enter  in 
The  land  of  Beulah  and  of  joy, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  sin. 

It  is  ours,  it  is  ours. 

Ye  moments,  pass  away, 
And  bring  us  to  the  pearly  gates 

Of  everlasting  day. 

It  is  ours,  it  is  ours, 

The  city  paved  with  gold  ; 
And  crowns  of  life  are  waiting  there 

With  treasures  yet  untold. 


The  Resurrection.  —  An  Argument. 

WHY  is  it  thought  incredibly 
That  God  should  raise  the  dead,- 
The  God  that  made  the  universe. 
Creation's  sovereign  Head  ? 

All  the  infinities  are  His, 

His  eye  all  substance  sees ; 
The  wondrous  working  of  His  will. 

Each  atom  moves  to  please. 


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86  POEMS. 

From  ocean's  limitless  expanse 

The  viewless  vapors  rise, 
Kissed  in  the  glowing  light  of  day. 

And  mingle  with  the  skies. 

And  what  are  we  but  vapors  too, 

That  vanish  swift  away, 
And,  like  the  vapors  of  the  clouds, 

Return  some  other  day  ? 

Change  after  change  has  been  the  law 

Of  all  created  things ; 
Change,  the  old  key-note  of  the  earth. 

O'er  all  its  surface  rings. 

Perchance  a  single  grain  of  corn 

Drops  in  the  earth,  and  dies. 
But  from  its  wasting  and  decay, 

A  thousand  grains  arise. 

Whence  do  they  come  ?    The  curious  mind, 

The  anxious  heart  will  say. 
They  come  from  God, —  the  source  of  life, 

Whose  glory  they  display. 

There  is  a  resurrection  force, 
Which  every  spring  unfolds ; 

And  shows  the  mighty  power  of  Him 
Whose  hand  all  things  upholds. 


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MY  COUNTRY.  87 


My  Country. 


*'1lfY  country,  'tis  of  thee,"  I  sing, 
ilL     Columbians  verdant  plains. 
And  all  her  hills  of  liberty, 

Where  peace  and  plenty  reigns ;  — 

The  land  that  God  declares  His  own 

By  His  abundant  care, 
And  showers  the  bounties  of  His  love 

On  harvests  growing  there. 

The  wide  spread  land  has  wealth  in  store 

For  those  who  turn  her  soil ; 
And  gold,  out-cropping  from  her  hills, 

Repays  the  miner's  toil. 

Her  coal-fields  lie  extended  wide. 
Locked  in  the  mountains  strong, 

A  mighty  magazine  of  power, — 
Enough  for  ages  long. 

Her  iron  forges  blow  their  blasts 

Of  reveliy  and  joy ; 
And  vales  are  musical  with  men, 

Glad  in  their  stem  employ. 

Her  churches  lift  their  spires  on  high. 

On  hill-side  and  on  plain. 
Telling  the  world  the  glorious  truth, 

That  godliness  is  gain. 


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POEMS. 

The  tread  of  genius  o'er  her  soil 

Excites  a  joyous  song; 
The  sons  of  industry  and  toil 

Are  stalwart,  bold  and  strong. 

Earth's  oceans  wash  her  several  coasts. 

And  dash  against  her  shore, 
Where  all  the  ships  that  skim  the  seas 

Might  vide  forevermore. 

Her  mountain  peaks  that  kiss  the  sky, 

And  prairies  spreading  wide. 
With  forests  wave  or  yellow  grain, 

In  autmiin's  joyous  pride. 

Magnificence  exhausts  itself 

In  her  great  w^aterfalls. 
And  glory  from  the  eastern  sky. 

To  western  glory  calls. 

Our  eagle  spreads  his  mighty  wings. 

And  hails  the  rising  sun, 
And  shrieks,  in  his  peculiar  tone, 

**  This  land  shall  all  be  one." 

Then,  turning  with  a  dreadful  scowl. 

Repeats  the  tone  again, 
Till  north,  and  south,  and  east,  and  west, 

Return  a  loud  '*  Amen." 


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ON  visixrNG  franklin's  grave.  89 

Her  Sunday-schools  have  rung  their  bell 

And  called  the  children  in, 
To  hear  of  victories  of  love, 

Saving  from  death  and  sin. 

Her  mission-ships  have  sailed  abroad 

To  every  distant  strand, 
Freighted  with  words  of  endless  life. 

By  Jesus'  blest  command. 

The  music  of  this  noble  land 

Shall  lift  its  voice  to  God ; 
And  spread  the  glory  of  His  name 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad. 


On  Visiting  Franklin's  Grave. 

MANY  have  passed  away, 
A  traceless  cloud. 
But  thou  hast  marked  thy  day 
With  actions  proud. 

Death  has  not  silenced  thee. 

But,  speaking  still. 
The  bosoms  of  the  free 

Shall  feel  thy  will. 


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00  POEMS. 

A  monarchy  of  mind, 
Swaying  our  powers, 

Proudly  our  pulses  feel, 
Franklin  is  ours. 

Sage  of  the  sainted  past, 
Though  in  the  ground. 

Thy  teachings  long  shall  last, 
With  wisdom  crowned. 

Philosophy  and  truth 
.  Thine  only  aim. 
Exemplar  of  our  youth, 
We  hail  thy  name. 

Wherever  liberty 
Makes  itself  heard, 

Thy  name  will  ever  be 
A  household  word. 


The  Land  of  Liberty. 

HAIL !  blest  land  of  liberty, 
Where  the  truth  is  flowing  free, 
And  each  happy  child  may  be 
Nursed  and  trained  in  love. 


THE  LAND  OF  LIBERTY.  91 

God  has  filled  the  land  with  sprmgs, 
Corn  and  fruit  and  goodly  things, 
Hill  and  vale  and  mountain  rings 
Thrilling  notes  of  praise. 
Chorus. 
Sound  the  trump  of  liberty, 
Ma}'  the  Lord  of  glory  be 
The  defender  of  the  free. 
With  His  mighty  arm. 

All  men  were  endowed  by  Thee, 
With  estates  of  liberty ; 
None  can  ever  alien  be 

In  God's  commonwealth — 
With  these  glorious  ti'uths,  unfurled, 
Floats  our  banner  to  the  world ; 
Shafts  of  justice  will  be  hurled, 

To  maintain  it  there. 
Sound  the  trump,  &c. 

Our  old  flag,  and  all  our  land, — 
Here  we  take  our  final  stand, 
With  the  good  old  hero  band ; 

Live  or  perish  here. 
Freedom's  altar,  nobly  gi-aced, — 
Lives  and  fortunes  to  the  last. 
On  its  sacred  hearth  we  cast, 

As  our  sacrifice. 
Sound  tlie  trump,  &c. 


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92  POEMS. 

Let  our  flag,  Lord,  wave  on  high, 
Stripes  and  stars  on  Thy  blue  sky, 
Till  time  trembles  and  shall  die, — 

Emblem  of  the  free. 
Night  and  day,  throughout  each  year, 
Be  our  shield  from  every  snare. 
Watch  us  with  a  shepherd's  care, 

Lest  we  stray  from  Thee. 
Sound  the  trump,  &c. 


Freedom's  Call. 

COME,  come,  ye  freemen  of  the  North, 
Your  country  calls  you  now ; 
From  every  hamlet  sally  forth. 
Leave  anvil,  axe  and  plough. 

Now  sterner  duties  are  required, 

Gird,  gird  your  armor  on  ; 
For  liberty  each  heart  is  fired. 

Till  victory  is  won. 


Slavery— 1862. 


THE  Lord  %vill  smite  thee.  Slavery, 
With  His  right  hand  of  power ; 
His  poor  will  pass  the  great  Red  Sea 
At  the  appointed  hour. 


SLAVERY  BEFORE  THE  WAR.  93 

Then  all  thy  might}'  lords  shall  be 

With  Pharaoh  and  his  host, 
Beneath  the  deep,  the  great,  deep  sea, 

Forever,  ever  lost. 

The  jubilee  of  earth  has  come. 

And  songs  triumphant  rise ; 
And  joy  shall  fill  each  humble  home 

With  chants  of  paradise. 


The  Demands  of  Slavery  Before  the  Wab, 

YES,  ye  demand  that  vre  should  smile 
On  this  great  scourge  of  men ; 
And  that  your  slaves  should,  for  the  while, 
Be  planted  on  each  glen — 

From  the  Atlantic's  stormy  coast 

To  the  Pacific's  plain ; 
And  from  the  verge  of  Oregon, 

Down  to  the  Spanish  Main, — 

That  every  Island  of  the  sea 

Our  future  may  obtain, 
Shall  never  hail  for  libeity. 

And  Freedom's  joyful  reign, — 


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94  POEMS. 

That  Bunker-hill  be  set  apart, 
With  all  New  Englancrs  soul, 

To  be  the  negro-driver's  mart. 
To  call  his  chattel-roll. 

And  ye  demand  that  we  should  sing 

Continual  songs  of  praise, 
For  blessings  hatched  'neath  slavery's  wing, 

For  a  benighted  race. 

Slave  institutions, —  they  must  shine, 
While  Freedom  hides  her  face. 

And  we  must  own,  'mid  light  divine. 
That  Slavery  is  gi-ace. 

Perhaps  we  may,-^  but  not  just  now, — 

We've  something  else  to  do ; 
We]ll  grasp  the  hammer  and  the  plough. 

Or  grasp  the  sword  for  you. 


The  Edict  of  Freedom  by  President  Lincoln. 

FROM  cold  streams  of  Eastport 
To  warm  Rio  Grande, 
There  flieth  an  edict 
All  over  the  land ; 


THE  EDICT  OF  FREEDOM.  95 

From  the  roaring  Atlantic 

To  the  great  western  sea, 
The  thunder  is  rolling  — 

**  The  people  are  free." 

The  trees  of  the  forest 

Are  clapping  their  hands, 
And  shouting  the  echo 

Of  joy  to  all  lands. 

Old  Moloch  has  fallen ! 

And  Freedom  remains 
To  buiy  the  monster 

And  tread  out  his  stains. 

Now  millions  are  joining 

The  jubilant  song, 
And  starting  the  chorus 

The  ages  prolong ; 

Injustice  has  vanished. 

And  truth  shall  proclaim 
The  national  glor}-. 

And  honor  her  name. 


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96  POEMS. 


The  Martyrs  of  Freedom. 

GOD  strengthened  them  to  strike,  and  breat 
The  chains  of  slavery  ; 
And  bade  four  millions,  bom  in  thrall, 
Step  forward  and  be  free. 

And  now  while  freedom  fills  the  air. 

And  smiles  upon  the  soil, 
The  ploughman's  song  and  woman's  praise 

Rehearse  their  valiant  toil. 

And  all  who  play  the  statesman's  part 

And  speak  the  nation's  voice, 
With  joy  recount  their  glorious  deeds, 

Do  homage,  and  rejoice. 

The  ages,  as  they  roll  along. 

Shall  still  preserve  their  fame. 
And  flowers  immortal  form  the  wreath 

Of  every  patriot's  name. 


Decoration  Day. 

WE  come  to  scatter  fragrant  flowers 
On  every  soldier's  grave ; 
Their  dust  and  memory  is  ours, — 
They  died  the  land  to  save. 


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DECORATION  DAT.  97 

Fame  spreads  her  glories  round  each  oame,  — 

They  bled  for  truth  and  peace ; 
Freedom  shall  keep  her  hallowed  flame, 

Their  honors  to  increase. 

We  come  to  tell  the  mournful  tale 

Of  heroes  who  have  gone ; 
And  strew  this  green  sepulchral  vale 

With  laurels  they  have  won. 

And  here  we  scatter  fragrant  flowers 

On  every  martyr's  grave ; 
Their  honor  and  their  dust  is  our?, 

They  died  the  land  to  save. 


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HYMisrs. 


God  IX  All  Thdsgs. 

YES,  all  things  speak  of  God ; 
The  rolling  wheels  of  time 
But  mark  the  instants  in  His  years 
With  indexes  sublime. 

The  brilliant  orbs  that  light 
This  else  dark  world  of  ours. 

Are  sparks  of  glory  from  His  ihrone. 
And  show  His  wondrous  power. 

And  every  verdant  leaf 
That  smiles  upon  the  earth 

Is  but  the  handiwork  of  Him 
Who  gave  to  all  things  birth. 

All  nature  strives  in  vain 
To  guage  His  mighty  power ; 

God  is  eternity  itself, 
And  time  is  but  an  hour. 

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102  HYMNS. 

God  from  Eternity. 

FEOM  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
Thou  self-existent  One ; 
The  universe  of  worlds  declares 
What  Thy  right  arm  hath  done. 

To  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
O'er  Thee  no  change  can  come ; 

Eternity  will  roll  its  round, 
And  heaven  still  be  Thy  home. 

The  mountains  and  the  plains  are  thine, 

The  oceans  and  the  air ; 
And  Thy  beneficence  is  found 

Descending  evei-ywhere. 

Myriads  of  angels  wait  Thy  word, 
And  worship  at  Thy  throne ; 

They  fly,  obedient  to  Thy  will. 
And  make  thy  wisdom  known. 

Can  dust  and  ashes  raise  its  prayer 
To  Him  who  dwells  on  high  ? 

And  will  the  holy  and  the  just 
Stoop  down  to  hear  its  cry  ? 


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m'MNS.  103 

With  lips  unclean  we  come  to  seek 

The  grace  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  ask  the  cleansing  of  our  souls 

Through  that  atoning  flood. 

Still,  He's  the  everlasting  God, 

The  great  I  am,  alone  ; 
He  took  a  servant's  humble  place, 

And  suffered  to  atone. 


The  Unchangeable. 

WHO  is  that  glorious  Being?  —  who?- 
Etemal  in  His  range, 
The  fountain  of  whose  sympathy 
Has  never  known  a  change  ? 

'Tis  He  to  whom  the  morning  stars 

First  raised  creation's  song ; 
And  He  to  whom  the  angels  sang, 

O'er  Bethlehem's  shepherd  throng. 

'Tis  He  who  came  from  Bozrah's  vale. 

And  trod  the  press  alone. 
With  crimson  o'er  His  garments  shed, 

AMio  suffered  to  atone. 


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104  HYMXS. 

To  Him  the  everlasting  gates, 

Joyful,  flew  open  wide ; 
When  from  the  bonds  of  death  released, 

He  sought  his  Father's  side. 

Then  immortality  shone  forth. 

As  brilliant  as  the  sun  ; 
And  all  the  realms  of  darkness  owned 

Redemption's  work  was  done. 

'Twas  Jesus,  the  redeeming  Lord, 

Divine  and  firm  and  true. 
In  Him  there's  nothing  growing  old. 

And  nothing  can  be  new. 

The  same  exhaustless  power  and  gi-ace 

His  liberal  hand  bestows. 
The  fountain  of  celestial  love 

Forever  overflows. 

No  coming  ages  ever  can 
Draw  this  great  ocean  down, 

While  Jesus  sits  enthroned  on  high, 
And  wears  the  glorious  crown. 

The  same  to-day  as  yesterday, 

And  evermore  the  same. 
All  power  and  righteousness  are  His, 

And  centre  in  His  name. 


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HYMNS.  105 


The  universe  shall  sing  the  song 

Of  glory  and  renown, 
To  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  wears  the  heavenly  crown. 


God  Everywhere. 

IF  we  the  wings  of  morning  take, 
And  fly  through  boundless  space. 
We  should  behold  Thy  goodness  still, 
And  all  Thy  wonders  trace. 

There  is  no  height,  no  depth  profound, 
"Where  w^e  can  hide  from  Thee ; 

The  darkness  and  the  light  are  one, — 
Ah,  whither  can  we  flee? 

Thine  eye  would  see  us  in  the  deep, 

Would  follow  us  on  high ; 
From  Thee  we  cannot  flee,  O  God, 

Thou  art  forever  ni^h. 


God  Seen  in  His  Works. 

GOD  is  the  great  omnipotent, 
Whose  presence  fills  all  space ; 
And  His  Almighty  arm  of  power 
Is  seen  in  every  place. 


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106  HYMNS. 

He  set  His  signet  on  the  sky 
When  all  the  stars  were  made ;    . 

This  clock-work  of  the  universe 
His  glory  has  displayed. 

And  earth,  the  minor  satellite, 
On  which  our  footsteps  tread, 

Receives  the  rays  of  light  divine 
From  Him,  the  living  Head. 

The  ocean  with  its  mighty  waves, 
AVhen  dashing  on  the  shore, 

But  thunders  out  His  wondrous  praise 
Who  lives  forevermore. 

Let  all  that  have  from  Him  their  breath 
Join  with  the  sacred  throng, 

To  praise  the  great  Omnipotent 
In  everlastino^  sono;. 


The  Fountain  of  all  Good. 

GOD  is  the  Fountain  of  all  good 
From  which  we  seek  supplies ; 
And  every  blessing  we  receive 
Comes  from  the  Only  Wise. 


HYMNS.  107 

'Tis  God  who  meets  our  every  need, 

To  Ilim  the  ravens  cry, 
And  all  who  come  to  Ilim  in  faith 

Will  fmd  His  favor  nigh. 

God  listens  to  the  humble  poor, 

And  makes  His  mercy  known 
To  such  as  supplicate  His  grace 

And  bow  before  His  throne. 


The  Great  Rock. 

MY  soul  shall  love  the  Lord, 
And  blessed  be  His  name ; 
His  mercy  has  retrieved  my  life 
From  sorrow,  sin  and  shame. 

My  soul  shall  love  the  Lord, — 
The  Rock  on  which  I  stand 

Defies  the  dashing  waves  of  time, 
Immovable  and  grand. 

My  soul  shall  love  the  Lord, 
Each  fleeting  hour  shall  bring 

Me  nearer  to  His  home  of  love, 
And  Christ,  my  only  King. 


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108  HYMNS. 


God  a  Healer. 

OH,  thou  mourner  in  Zion, 
Let  faith  tune  thy  voice ; 
In  the  God  of  salvation 
'Tis  well  to  rejoice. 

For  His  arm  is  Almighty, 

His  mercy  is  nigh, 
With  an  ear  to  consider 

The  breath  of  a  sigh. 

With  the  rich  bahu  of  Gilead, 
He  healeth  the  soul, 

And  the  blood  of  redemption 
Will  render  us  whole. 

Oh,  thou  mourner  in  Zion, 
Let  faith  tune  thy  voice, 

In  the  God  of  salvation 
'Tis  well  to  rejoice. 


The  Good  Foundation. 

GOD  is  the  Rock  on  which  I  stand, - 
The  tower  of  my  defense 
Is  far  above  the  reach  of  sin, 
Of  passion  and  of  sense. 


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HYMNS.  109 

No  archery  of  this  lower  world, 

Can  e^er  dislodge  my  soul, 
While  He  commands  the  citadel, 

With  His  Divine  control. 

Protected  by  His  power  and  grace, 

My  safety  is  complete  ; 
My  thoughts  ascend  in  yearning  love, 

Before  His  mercy  seat. 

And  thence  the  streams  of  meroy  flow, 

In  bountiful  supply, 
From  the  resources  of  my  God, 

'\IMio  sits  enthroned  on  high. 

My  faith  j)erceives  His  battlements. 
Up  reaching,  firm  and  strong, 

With  the  sentinels  of  glory  round, 
Triumphant  in  their  song. 


God  a  Protector. 


TAKE  us  beneath  Thy  tender  care. 
Thou  Prince  of  life  divine ; 
Thou  covert  from  the  angry  storm, 
Oh,  make  us  wholly  Thine. 


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110  HYMNS. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings, 
True  peace  and  safety  dwells ; 

And  in  the  promise  of  Thy  word, 
Each  hope  immortal  swells. 

On  Thee  my  hopes  of  life  are  fixed, 
In  Thee  my  rest  is  found ; 

Like  anchors  cast  within  the  vail, 
On  firm  and  solid  ground. 

The  God  of  everlasting  love. 
Has  every  promise  framed ; 

The  fainting  soul  that  trusts  in  Him, 
Shall  never  be  ashamed. 


God  my  Salvation. 

&0D  is  my  salvation, 
I  will  not  be  afraid ; 
The  Lord  Jehovah  is  my  strength, 
My  counselor,  my  aid. 

God  is  my  salvation, 
Twas  His  Almighty  hand, 

Me  from  my  lost  condition  turned, 
To  seek  the  heavenly  land. 


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HYMNS.  Ill 

God  is  my  salvation, 

On  Him  alone  I  lean, 
To  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away, 

And  make  me  pure  and  clean. 

God  is  my  salvation, 

In  every  threatening  hour, 
My  soul  shall  east  itself  on  Him, 

And  trust  His  boundless  power. 

God  is  my  salvation. 

On  Him  my  soul  relies, 
To  save  it  from  eternal  death, 

And  brino:  it  to  the  skies. 


God  Reconciled. 


THIXE  anger.  Lord,  has  passed  away. 
And  comfort  from  on  high 
Has  soothed  this  broken  heart  of  mine, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue 

In  an  out-flowing  song. 
Glowing  with  confidence  in  Him 

Whose  arm  alone  is  strong:. 


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112  HYMNS. 

Ko  dread  shall  e'er  disturb  my  soul, 
For  God,  my  strength,  is  near ; 

He  who  has  cast  his  soul  on  Him 
Should  never  yield  to  fear. 


God  the  Soul's  Refuge. 

THE  eternal  God  thy  refuge  is, 
His  shield  he  throws  around 
The  places  where  His  people  dwell, 
And  makes  them  holy  ground.    • 

The  sacred  shadow  of  His  wing 

Their  panoply  shall  be, 
A  refuge  from  each  coming  storm, 

To  all  eternity. 

His  everlasting  arms  shall  be 

Beneath  his  suffering  saints. 
His  gracious  hands  shall  open  wide 

To  answer  their  complaints. 

Their  meat  and  drink  shall  be  made  sure, 

Early  and  latter  rain 
Shall  fall  upon  their  heritage, 

And  never  fall  in  vain. 


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HYMNS.  113 

The  eternal  God  thy  refuge  is. 

He  folds  His  arms  around 
The  places  where  His  people  dwell, 

And  makes  them  holy  giound. 


Imploring  God's  Protection. 

OTHOU,  our  heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  voice  of  humble  prayer ; 
And  take  us,  in  our  feebleness, 
In  Thy  protecting  care. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings, 

Oh,  may  our  souls  abide. 
And  through  the  fearful  storms  of  life 

Within  thy  covert  hide. 

So  shall  the  storms  of  earth  pass  by. 

And  harmless  ever  be. 
And  every  tempest,  every  blast 

Shall  diive  our  souls  to  Thee, — 

To  Thee,  the  source  of  every  joy. 

The  fountain  of  our  love. 
The  antidote  to  each  distress. 

Out-flowing  from  above. 
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114  HYMNS. 

Help  in  God  only. 

OTHOU  that  hearest  prayer. 
Come,  listen  to  our  cry. 
And  lift  us  from  the  gates  of  death, 
Or  we  must  faint  and  die. 

Thy  mercy  is  supreme, 
.   Thy  goodness  has  no  bound  ; 
We  are  the  creatures  of  Thy  power, 
In  Thee  our  help  is  found. 

We  have  no  plea  to  make 

Of  merit  of  our  own  ; 
We  pray  alone  for  Jesus'  sake. 

While  bowing  at  Thy  throne. 

O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer. 
Come,  listen  to  our  cry ; 

And  lift  us  from  the  gates  of  death. 
Or  we  must  faint  and  die. 


Man  Frail,  but  God  Almighty. 

OTHOU  great  Arbiter  on  high, 
To  whom  all  things  are  known. 
The  nations  are  but  dust  to  Thee, 
And  ashes  at  Thy  throne ; 


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HYMXS.  115 

A  potter's  vessel  in  Thy  hand 

Is  dashed  against  a  stone  ; 
And  moths  are  crushed  beneath  the  tread 

Of  Him  who  reigns  alone. 

Oh,  help  us,  feeble  suppliants,  now 

Thy  mercy  to  implore, 
And  grant  that  wo  may  humbly  come 

To  worship  and  adore 
The  Fountain  of  eternal  love, 

Both  now  and  evermore. 
Whose  gracious  power  first  gave  us  breath, 

'Whose  mercy  can  restore. 

Oh,  may  it  be  our  highest  aim 

To  have  that  mercy  ours. 
To  cleanse  our  blindness  and  our  guilt. 

And  renovate  our  powers  ; 
So  shall  we  feel  the  righteousness 

Which  falls  in  heavenly  showers, 
And  songs  of  gratitude  shall  sound 

From  Zion's  lofty  towers.  ' 


Universal  Praise. 

MUSIC  should  tune  its  every  note 
To  the  Creator's  praise  ; 
And  all  the  universe  of  song 
Its  sounds  of  glory  raise. 


^ 


116  HYMNS. 

The  birds  on  every  verdant  bough, 
And  harps  with  golden  strings, 

But  echo  forth  the  silent  joy 
That  dwells  in  muter  things. 

The  sun  which  sheds  his  rays  abroad. 
And  every  twinkling  star, 

Proclaims  the  wonders  of  His  love, — 
How  great  His  glories  are. 

Creation  joins  with  one  accord 
To  show  what  God  hath  done ; 

And  heavenly  music  ushered  forth 
His  well  beloved  Son. 


Star  of  Bethlehem. 

HAIL,  hail,  the  ever  glorious  Star, 
The  Star  of  Bethlehem; 
Well  might  the  heavens  astonished  stand. 
He  came  not  to  condemn. 

Hail,  hail,  the  Saviour  from  on  high. 

The  child  of  Bethlehem ; 
The  crowns  of  all  the  earth  are  His, 

And  heaven's  bright  diadem. 


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HYMNS.  117 

Hail,  hail,  the  rays  of  holy  light 

That  shine  from  Bethlehem ; 
Mercy  and  truth  and  love  unite, 

In  this  fair,  glorious  gem. 

Hail,  hail,  the  bright,  the  morning  star, 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem  ; 
With  eastern  sages  join  your  songs, — 

He  was  adored  by  them. 

Hail,  hail,  with  incense,  gold,  and  myrrh, 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem  ; 
Bring  all  the  homage  of  your  heart-, 

And  worship  in  His  name. 


Christ's  Humiliation. 

THOUGH  universal  wealth  was  His, 
In  poverty  He  trod  ; 
And  took  on  Him  the  servant's  form. 
To  bring  us  near  to  God. 

He  suffered  scorn  on  this  our  earth. 
He  came  to  bleed  and  die. 

That  sinners  of  the  vilest  name 
Might  live,  and  dwell  on  high. 


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118  HYMNS. 

Twas  through  His  sacrifice  and  blood 
That  our  redemption  came  ; 

And  glory  shines  on  this  dark  world, 
Through  our  Redeemer's  name. 

Though  universal  wealth  was  His, 

In  poverty  He  trod ; 
And  took  on  Him  the  servant's  form, 

To  brino^  us  home  to  God. 


The  Light  of  the  World. 

OH,  lend  a  listening  ear. 
Thou  merciful  on  high. 
When  dust  and  ashes  come  to  Thee, 
Through  Jesus  drawing  nigh. 

Remove  the  darkness  from 
These  blinded  eyes  of  ours ; 

And  make  the  dews  of  heavenly  grace 
Refresh  our  fainting  powers. 

May  Jesus'  dying  love 

Fill  all  our  souls  with  light ; 

And  Bethlehem's  Star  rise  on  our  souls. 
In  all  His  saving  might. 


HYSINS.  119 

The  Bread  of  Life. 

I  AM  the  bread  of  life, 
On  Me  my  people  live ; 
The  hope  of  everlasting  joy 
My  blood  alone  can  give. 

Thou  art  the  bread  of  life, 

On  Thee  oar  souls  depend ; 
In  Thee  our  expectations  rise. 

In  Thee  our  wishes  end. 

I  am  the  bread  of  life. 

On  Me  my  people  feed  ; 
The  Shepherd  of  their  blessedness 

Supplies  their  every  need. 

I  am  the  bread  of  life. 

The  fountain-head  of  joy, 
To  Me  the  thirsty  soul  may  come, 

Nor  fear,  nor  doubt  annoy. 


Christ  the  Foundation. 

IN  the  realms  of  consolation. 
Where  the  ti'uth  of  God  is  known, 
Jesus  is  the  great  foundation, 
Jesus  is  the  comer  stone. 


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120  HYMNS. 

On  this  rock  the  building,  resting, 

Bids  defiance  to  ail  time, 
^Mid  the  tempest's  fiercest  raging. 

Standing  in  the  Light  sublime. 

Ho !  ye  weary  and  desponding, 
Here  i^  refuge,  here  is  rest; 

Come  and  enter  this  blest  refuge. 
Come  and  enter,  and  be  blest. 

Here  the  breath  of  consolation, 
Coming  from  the  realms  above, 

Brings,  in  largest  store,  God's  blessings, 
Brings  the  gifts  of  heavenly  love. 


Cheist  the  Only  Foundation. 

WE  come  to  put  our  ti'ust  in  Thee, 
The  great  foundation  stone, 
Tis  on  this  living  Rock  we  rest, 
'Tis  here  we  rest  alone. 

There  is  no  other  refuge  found 
Beneath  the  heavenly  dome. 

To  which  the  guilty  soul  can  come. 
And  find  it  has  a  home. 


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HYMNS.  121 

Firm  on  this  rock  our  Zion  stands, 

The  glory  of  all  time. 
Millions  have  hailed  this  Rock, — the  joy 

Of  every  age  and  clime. 

We  come  to  put  our  trust  in  Thee, 

The  great  foundation  stone, 
'TIS  on  this  living  Rock  we  rest. 

And  here  we  rest  alone. 


The  True  Refuge. 

GO,  spread  thy  wants  before  the  Lord, 
Thou  heavy-laden  soul ; 
'Tis  Jesus  only  has  the  power 
To  make  the  wounded  whole. 

His  hands  can  reach  the  lowest  depths. 

The  depths  of  thy  distress ; 
And  from  the  wretched  damps  of  death 

He  can  redeem,  and  bless. 

^Tis  His  to  raise  the  fallen  souls. 
That  mourn  in  dark  despair ; 

And  fill  their  mouths  with  joyous  songs 
Of  gratitude  and  prayer. 


122  HYMNS. 

Take  courage,  then,  and  go  to  Ilim, 
Whose  mercy  is  so  vast ; 

He  never  turns  away  the  poor, 
But  helps  them  to  the  last. 


A  Tower  of  Strength. 

OUR  Jesus  is  the  tower  of  strength 
To  which  His  people  flee  ; 
WeVe  no  defense  below  the  skies, 
Except,  O  Lord,  in  Thee. 

Our  Jesus  is  the  tower  of  strength 
On  which  we  must  depend  ; 

We  gloiy  in  a  fadeless  hope 
In  Him,  our  only  Friend. 

Our  Jesus  is  the  tower  of  strength. 

The  only  solid  rock, 
On  which  salvation's  work  is  built. 

Beyond  earth's  every  shock. 

Our  Jesus  is  the  tower  of  strength 
To  all  who  trust  His  grace  ; 

And  they  whose  refuge  is  His  name, 
Have  reached  a  heavenly  place. 


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HYMNS.  123 


Christ  a  Rock. 

CHRIST  is  the  great,  majestic  Rock 
On  which  our  hope  must  stand ; 
Here  hope  may  build  its  tower  secure ,- 
All  else  is  drifting  sand. 

This  grand  foundation  will  not  move, 
Though  earth  and  stars  decay ; 

The  joy  of  everlasting  life 
Shall  never  pass  away. 

The  God  who  laid  this  corner  stone, 
And  framed  all  meaner  things, 

He  is  Himself  the  great  I  AM, 
The  only  King  of  kings. 


The  Rock  of  Ages. 

OLORD,  forbid  that  we  should  rest 
On  any  other  thing, 
Than  on  the  Rock  of  Ages,  found 
In  Jesus  Christ,  our  King. 

In  Him  alone  we  are  secure, 
Tis  there  our  souls  must  hide 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings, 
Cleansed  by  His  crimson  tide. 


124  HYMNS. 

On  this  foundation,  broad  and  strong, 

For  ever  to  remain, 
We  place  our  glory  and  our  hope, 

Not  to  be  changed  again. 

O  Lord,  forbid  that  we  should  rest 

On  any  other  thing, 
Than  on  the  righteousness  of  Him, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  Kinp:, 


Jesus  the  Source  of  Light. 

0  JESUS,  Thou  great  source  of  light. 
To  Thee  alone  we  flee. 
And  from  each  danger,  fear  and  strife, 
We  hide  ourselves  in  Thee. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
Our  willing  souls  would  stay ; 

For  every  hope  of  safety  springs 
From  Thee,  lifers  only  way. 

Oh,  lift  our  souls  from  tliis  dark  earth, 

On  wings  of  heavenly  love, 
And  bring  us,  through  the  higher  birth. 

To  see  Thy  face  above. 


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HYMNS.  125 

Jesus  our  Sun. 

OUE  Jesus  is  the  central  sun, 
Where  all  heaven's  glories  meet, 
Through  11  im  the  heavenly  throne  above 
Becomes  the  mercy-seat. 

The  dayspring  to  refresh  our  souls. 

Shines  from  His  lovely  face  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 

Are  outgrowths  of  His  grace. 

To  Him  we  bring  our  downcast  souls, 

And  sorrows  pass  away. 
And  clouds  of  night  by  Him  are  changed 

To  pure  and  perfect  day. 

This  Jesus  is  our  central  sun. 
Where  all  heaven's  glories  meet. 

Through  Him  the  heavenly  throne  above 
Becomes  the  mercv-seat. 


Christ  Mighty  to  Save. 

MIGHTY  to  save !  the  precious  news 
First  issued  from  the  sky ; 
And  all  the  angels  joyful  sang, 
Glorv  to  God  on  hijirh. 


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126  HYMNS. 

Mighty  to  save !  the  wondrous  work 
For  which  our  Saviour  came, 

Proclaims  a  joj^  throughout  the  earth, 
In  His  beloved  name. 

Mighty  to  save !  such  words  of  grace 
New  life,  new  joy,  impart ; 

Bringing  the  cheering  balm  of  hope 
To  every  bleeding  heart. 

Mighty  to  save  from  pending  death. 

And  an  eternal  curse  ; 
With  all  the  themes  of  peace  and  joy 

Forever  to  rehearse. 

Mighty  to  save !    Oh,  wondrous  grace ! 

By  Thee  the  work  is  done ; 
We  live,  we  live,  for  Jesus  died, 

God's  well  beloved  Son. 

Mighty  to  save !  'tis  Christ  alone, 
Who  can  exert  such  power 

To  turn  the  tides  of  death  away. 
To  light  despair's  dark  hour. 

Mighty  to  save !  how  blest  the  hour 
When  on  His  name  we  call. 

And  with  a  trembling  joy  declare, 
Christ  is  our  all  in  all. 


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HYMNS.  127 


Might}'  to  save !  He  leads  us  on 
The  straight  and  narrow  way, 

'Till  we  behold  the  glorious  light 
Of  everlastmg  day. 


Christ  All  and  in  All. 

CHRIST  is  the  only  comer  stone, 
In  which  our  souls  can  trust ; 
We  rest  on  Him,  on  Him  alone, 
All  other  hopes  are  dust. 

Christ  is  the  germ  of  every  hope 

That  rises  in  our  hearts, 
'Tis  His  salvation  gives  us  light, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts. 

Christ  is  the  life  in  which  we  move. 
The  star  that  guides  our  way. 

He  leads  us  throuo^h  the  realms  of  niofht. 
To  scenes  of  endless  day. 

Christ  is  our  joy,  He  gives  us  peace. 

All  glorious  and  divine ; 
He  scatters  all  our  night  of  gloom ; 

Lord,  on  thy  people  shine. 


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128  HYMNS. 


Speaking  Peace. 

0  JESUS,  Master,  let  me  hear 
The  sweet,  inviting  voice, 
Which  banished  all  my  guilty  fears, 
And  made  my  heart  rejoice. 

When  words  from  God's  beloved  Son, 

Broke  silence  to  my  soul, 
*'Be  of  good  cheer,  despairing  one, 

My  grace  can  make  thee  whole," — 

Each  latent  nerve  was  thrilled  to  life. 
While  tremblingly  I  heard  ; 

And,  'mid  the  dark,  conllicting  strife, 
**  Forgiveness,"  was  the  w^ord. 

That  swept  the  tempests  from  my  sky. 
And  made  my  soul  rejoice, 

As  faith  took  hold  of  Him  who  spoke 
With  kind,  inviting  voice. 


Peace  in  Jesus. 


GOD'S  mercy,  as  with  balmy  wing. 
Came  down  and  healed  my  soul ; 
It  drove  my  dark  despair  away. 
And  made  my  spirit  whole. 


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HYMNS.  129 

I  sat  me  down  at  Jesus'  feet, 

And  found  a  quiet  place, 
AVliere  joy  and  glory  ovei-flowed. 

From  fountains  of  His  grace. 

My  tongue  sang  loud  of  heavenly  love, 

I  found  my  joys  increase. 
As  Jesus  whispered  to  my  soul, 

*'  I  give  to  you  my  peace." 

The  boundless  treasure  filled  my  heart 

AVith  visions  of  delight, 
Till  paths  of  duty  and  of  life 

Glowed  with  celestial  lis^ht. 


Peace  in  Jesus. 

BENEATH  the  shadow  of  His  wings. 
Where  safety  still  abides, 
My  soul  with  comfort  sits  and  sings, 
And  with  assurance  hides. 

The  storms  of  earth,  in  passing  by. 

Cannot  disturb  my  soul. 
While  rays  of  glory  from  on  high. 

Exert  a  sweet  control. 
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130  HYMNS. 

The  echoes  of  perpetual  joy 

Hing  through  this  happy  shade  ; 
And  nothing  can  that  peace  destroy, 
AVhich  Jesus'  love  has  naade. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings, 
My  faith  and  hope  abide ; 

I  seek  the  bliss  of  heavenly  things. 
Whatever  may  betide. 


'*Fear  not,  Little  Flock.'' 

OH,  fear  not  then,  ye  little  ones, 
Ye  have  a  Father's  care, 
Whose  love  has  watched  o'er  all  your  paths. 
And  numbered  every  hair. 

Two  sparrows  but  a  farthing  bring, 

And  yet  they  never  fall 
Without  the  knowledge  and  consent 

Of  Him  who  rules  o'er  all. 

Shall  sparrows  small,  those  minor  things. 

Receive  more  care  than  they 
For  whom  the  heavenly  homes  were  built 

In  everlasting  day  ? 


HYMNS.  131 

For  them  the  Saviour  came  to  earth, 

And  ofTered  sacrifice, 
To  wash  away  the  guilt  of  sin, 

And  bring  them  to  the  skies. 

The  lapse  of  ages  cannot  change 

The  purpose  of  His  grace  ; 
And  Jesus  ever,  ever  holds 

His  saints  in  His  embrace. 


Resting  in  Jesus. 

HAIL  to  our  dear  Redeemer's  name. 
To  us  'tis  life  and  health  ; 
The  wonders  of  His  sovereign  grace 
Bring  comfort,  joy  and  wealth  ;  — 

A  wealth  that  overflows  the  heart, 
That  drives  the  night  away, 

AVhile  glory  breaks,  in  blissful  rays. 
From  everlasting  day. 

O  Thou,  our  Saviour,  great  and  strong, 
Our  willing  souls  would  rest, 

From  all  the  burdens  of  their  toil. 
Upon  Thy  gracious  breast ; 


132  HYMNS. 

Cleansed  by  the  healing  of  that  flood 

Which  purifies  the  soul, 
And  rescued  from  the  guilt  of  sin, 

By  Him  who  makes  us  whole. 


Christ  a  Redeemer. 

GIVE  me  that  sacred  stream  that  flows. 
To  cleanse  me  from  my  guilty  woes, 
And  sheds  abroad  the  sweet  repose 
That  comes  from  my  Kedeemer. 

Give  me  the  hope  that  soars  above, 
To  fields  of  glory  and  of  love, 
And  all  the  joys  that  join  to  prove 
The  grace  of  my  Reedeemer. 

Give  me  the  faith  that  takes  firm  hold 
Of  all  that  Christ,  my  Lord,  has  told, 
In  promises  worth  more  than  gold. 
From  Him,  my  dear  Redeemer. 


Excellence  of  Christ. 

THERE  is  an  excellence  in  Chn-:, 
Whose  hand  is  strong  to  save ; 
Whose  mercy  offers  endless  joy 
In  realms  beyond  the  grave. 


HYMNS.  133 

There  is  an  excellence  in  Christ, 

Our  shield  and  our  defense, 
The  Rock  on  which  our  souls  must  rest, 

And  draw  their  blessings  thence. 

There  is  an  excellence  in  Christ, 

From  Ilim  we  ask  our  bread, 
And  living  waters  come  from  Him, 

Our  great,  exalted  Head. 

There  is  an  excellence  in  Christ, 

On  which  we  must  depend. 
To  cleanse  us  from  our  guilt  and  sin. 

And  keep  us  till  the  end. 


Mt  Saviour. 


0  JESUS,  my  Saviour, 
The  first  and  the  last, 
The  hope  of  the  future. 
The  joy  of  the  past, — 

0  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 
In  deepest  of  gi'ief, 

1  turn  to  Thy  mercy. 
And  find  sweet  relief. 


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134  HYMNS. 


O  Jesus,  Thy  brightness 
Supplies  me  with  light ; 

When  cast  down  and  feeble, 
Then  Thou  art  my  might. 


The  Blood  of  Jesus. 

BEHOLD  the  stream  of  love  divine. 
That  flows  from  Jesus'  side ; 
Ye  sinners,  bow  before  the  cross, 
And  see  the  crimson  tide. 

It  washes  out  the  deepest  stain 

That  sin  has  ever  known. 
And  gives  the  soul  a  confidence. 

To  bow  before  the  throne. 

This  boundless  mercy  ever  runs 

In  one  unfailing  flow. 
To  cleanse  away  the  guilt  of  sin, 

The  cause  of  all  our  woe. 

Behold  the  stream  of  love  divine. 
That  flows  from  Jesus'  side  ; 

Ye  sinners,  bow  before  the  cross, 
And  see  the  crimson  tide. 


HYMNS.  135 


Saved  by  Jesus  Christ. 

WHEN  rushing  down  the  dreadful  steep, 
That  terminates  in  death, 
Jesus  restored  my  guilty  soul. 
And  gave  me  life  and  breath. 

Oh,  what  transporting  joys  I  felt, 

When,  with  a  voice  divine. 
He  said,  *'  Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

And  I  myself  am  Thine." 

Thou  gi'acious  Saviour  of  my  soul. 

Be  still  forever  near, 
To  shield  me  from  the  wiles  of  sin. 

And  I  shall  never  fear. 

But  leaning  firmly  on  Thine  arm, 

Till  ends  this  mortal  strife, 
ril  wait  the  bidding  of  my  Lord, 

To  enter  into  life. 


A  Divine  Saviour. 

OTHOU  celestial  Saviour,  Friend, 
Thy  mercies  ever  shine  ; 
And  every  gleam  of  goodness  here 
Declares  Thou  art  divine. 


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136  HYMNS. 

O  Thou  celestial  Saviour,  Friend, 
Mere  ashes  though  we  be, 

Our  sacrifice  of  grateful  song 
Is  due  alone  to  Thee. 


Safe  ix  Jesus. 


WHEN  tossed  by  the  billows  of  life 
Upon  the  rough  surges  of  grief, 
We  are  sure  to  overcome  in  the  strife. 
Through  Jesus,  our  Saviour  and  Chief. 

The  tempests  that  roar,  the  fierce  wave. 
The  flashes  of  liglitning  that  glare, 

Might  drive  us  to  death  and  the  gi'ave, — 
But  Jesus,  the  Master,  is  there. 

The  sea  becomes  placid  and  still. 

When  the  smile  of  ilis  mercy  appears  ; 

We  gladly  submit  to  Ilis  will. 

And  banish  the  whole  of  our  fears. 


Jesus  the  Gkeat  Redeemer. 

JESUS  is  the  great  Redeemer, 
Jesus  is  the  mighty  Lord  ; 
Round  His  head  what  glories  cluster, 
With  an  ever  blest  accord. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah. 


HYMXS.  137 

Over  evei-y  vale  and  mountain 
Sound  the  glories  of  His  fame ; 

Let  the  isles  and  oceans  mingle, 
Singing  *'  Glory  to  Ilis  name," 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah. 

Hail  the  wonders  of  salvation, 

Let  His  praises  fly  abroad ; 
Jesus  is  the  great  Redeemer, 

Jesus  is  the  mighty  Lord, — 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah. 


The  Saceed  Mountain. 

ON  Calvary's  sacred  mountain 
The  Cross  in  glory  stands, — 
The  beacon-light  of  mercy 
To  near  and  distant  lands. 

'Twas  there  the  great  atonement 
Was  offered  up  on  high ; 

When  Jesus,  the  Redeemer, 
Was  raised,  to  bleed  and  die. 

Tis  from  the  cross  of  Jesus 
That  our  forgiveness  flows, 

To  heal  the  broken-hearted. 
And  cleanse  their  deadly  woes. 


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138  HYMNS. 


Calvary. 


OTHOU  on  Calvary's  height, 
In  suffering  most  supreme, 
We  hail  Thee,  Son  of  God,  with  power 
Thy  people  to  redeem. 

Extended  on  the  cross. 

For  them  Thou  didst  atone ; 

And  they  receive  the  gift  of  life 
From  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

We  hear  the  dying  cry 

From  Thee, —  the  God  we  love ; 
It  breaks  our  hearts,  it  makes  us  rise 

To  seek  the  things  above. 


Led  Captivity  Captive. 

CAPTIVITY  is  captive  now, 
*'The  stone  is  rolled  away," 
And  all  the  gloom  of  darkness  flees 
Before  the  light  of  day. 

Captivity  is  captive  now. 
The  empty  tomb  declares. 

The  all  atoning  Son  of  God 
Has  broken  Satan's  snares. 


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HYMNS.  139 

Captivity  is  captive  now, 

Since  Jesus  Christ  arose, 
Triumphant  in  His  victory 

O'er  all  His  conquered  foes. 

Captivity  is  captive  now. 

Go,  spread  the  glorious  news ; 

Come,  all  ye  needy  sons  of  earth, 
His  grace  no  more  refuse. 

Captivity  is  captive  now, 

God's  freedom  is  proclaimed, 
And  gracious  acts  of  mercy  flow 

Wherever  Christ  is  named. 


The  Theme  of  Glory. 

ON  the  towering  heights  of  glory. 
The  saints  and  angels  sing ; 
Christ  the  centre  of  their  story, 
Christ,  the  great,  immortal  King. 

All  the  angel  hosts  adore  Thee, 
With  songs  of  worship  sweet ; 

As  the  only  theme  of  glory. 
Always  bowing  at  Thy  feet. 


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140  HYMNS. 

Ere  the  hills  were  old  and  hoary, 
Lifting  up  their  heads  sublime, 

Jesus  was  the  theme  of  glory, 
In  the  early  dawn  of  time. 

And  though  earth  be  red  and  gory. 
Though  mortal  hopes  may  fail, 

Jesus  is  the  theme  of  glory, 
Hail  Him,  ye  despairing,  hail. 

Let  all  men  bow  before  Thee, 
Shouting  glory  be  to  God, 

For  the  blessed  path  to  glory. 
Which  the  gracious  Jesus  trod. 


For  Jesus'  Sake. 

**"I10R  Jesus'  sake,"  the  key  note  is, 
J;      Of  those  who  plead  with  Heaven ; 
To  this  great  plea,  of  matchless  worth. 
An  audience  will  be  given. 

•*  For  Jesus'  sake,"  the  sinner  cries. 

Wash  out  my  guilty  stain  ; 
And  lead  me  in  the  path  of  joy, — 

To  find  immortal  gain. 


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HYMNS.  141 

*'  For  Jesus'  sake,"  the  saint  replies, 

Thy  favor  I  entreat ; 
No  other  plea  can  I  put  forth, 

Before  the  mercy  seat. 

**  For  Jesus'  sake,"  all  men  must  say, 

Before  their  prayer  succeeds  ; 
This  draft  on  God,  the  merciful, 

Will  answer  all  their  needs. 


Praise  to  Christ. 

LIFT,  lift  your  voices,  loud  and  strong. 
Let  glad  hosannas  ring, 
Jesus  the  great  salvation  is, 
Jesus,  the  heavenly  King. 

Let  every  sound  of  sorrow  cease. 

And  every  voice  give  praise 
To  Him  who  stoops  to  hear  our  song, 

The  God  of  endless  days. 

His  hand  is  ever  open  wide. 

With  bounties  rich  and  free ; 
With  blessings  for  the  humble  poor, 

With  life,  my  soul,  for  thee. 


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142  HYMNS. 

We'll  raise  a  chorus,  loud  and  long, 
For  grace  that  falls  in  showers, 

To  lift  us  from  the  depths  of  death, 
With  new-created  powers. 


The  Precious  Name. 

**  TESTIS,  I  love  Thy  precious  name," 
U      To  me  'tis  life  and  health ; 
The  boundless  treasures  of  Thy  gi*aee 
Bring  comfort,  joy  and  wealth. 

Without  His  mercy  I  must  sink 

In  sorrow,  sin  and  shame ; 
But  there  is  pardon  from  above, 

In  Jesus'  precious  name. 

On  Him  I  cast  my  helpless  soul. 

Without  Him  I  am  lost. 
To  His  dear  blood  my  soul  shall  cleave, 

Whatever  be  the  cost. 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  precious  name, 

In  it  I  put  my  trust, 
On  this  great  Eock  my  hope  shall  rest, 

Till  all  things  sink  in  dust. 


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HYMNS.  143 


Crown  Him. 


ALL  hail !  the  Prince  of  Bethlehem, 
Who  once  in  soitow  trod  ; 
And  crown  Him  with  the  diadem. 
The  diadem  of  God. 

Place  it  with  gladness  on  His  head, 
Who  wore  a  crown  of  thorn ; 

And  suflfered  in  the  sinner^s  stead, 
Forsaken  and  forlorn, — 

But  now  exalted  to  His  throne, 
To  reign  through  endless  days. 

Where  sounds  His  glorious  name  alone. 
And  all  things  shout  His  praise. 

Let  every  soul  break  forth  in  song 

At  Jesus'  precious  name, 
And  join  with  the  celestial  throng, 

His  honors  to  proclaim. 

Ye  angels,  who  adore  our  Lord, 

And  worship  at  His  feet. 
Come,  bow  with  us  in  sweet  accord, 

Before  the  mercy-seat. 


144:  HYMNS. 

Come,  hail  the  Prince  of  Bethlehem, 
Who  once  in  sorrow  trod, 

And  bring  the  royal  diadem 
To  crown  the  Son  of  God. 


Come  to  Jesus. 


OH,  come  to  Jesus,  sinner,  come, 
And  lake  the  rich  reward 
Eternal  mercy  offers  those 
Who  love  and  fear  the  Lord. 

Oh,  come  to  Jesus,  sinner,  come, 

The  words  of  Jesus  give 
Eest  to  the  soul  condemned  to  death ; 

He  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Oh,  come  to  Jesus,  sinner,  come. 

His  bleeding  sacrifice 
Will  wash  your  guilty  stains  away. 

And  fiL  you  for  the  skies. 

Oh,  come  to  Jesus,  sinner,  come. 

His  arms  are  open  wide ; 
And  those  who  ask  His  favor  now. 

His  mercy  will  not  chide. 


HYMNS.  145 


Oh,  come  to  Josus,  sinner,  come. 
The  showers  of  heavenly  rain 

Will  renovate  the  barren  soul, 
And  make  it  live  again. 

Oh,  come  to  Jesus,  sinner,  come, 
And  cast  your  burden  there ; 

His  gracious  ear  is  waiting  still 
To  hear  the  mourner's  prayer. 


The  Savor  of  Life  and  of  Death. 

THE  savor  of  life  is  a  savor  of  joy, 
Of  glory,  of  peace,  and  of  rest; 
A  smile  that  comes  beaming  from  Jesus,  our  Lord, 
But  resting  alone  on  the  blest. 

The  savor  of  death  is  a  terrible  thing, 

That  comes  to  the  wicked  alone ; 
It  hardens  more  deeply  the  obdurate  heart. 

It  changes  the  flesh  to  a  stone. 

O  Saviour,  dear  Saviour,  look  down  upon  me, 

In  wonderful  kindness  and  love, 
And  draw  my  affections  away  from  the  earth, 

To  the  regions  of  glory  above. 
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146  HYMNS. 


Escape  for  thy  Life. 

OH,  escape  for  thy  life, 
And  look  not  behind, 
For  all  those  who  linger. 
Destruction  will  find. 

The  tempest  is  breaking, 
The  vengeance  comes  down,- 

The  fire  of  God's  anger. 
The  storm  of  His  frown. 

And  time  never  lingers, 

Day  hasteth  to  night. 
And  shadows  of  darkness 

Soon  follow  the  light. 

Oh,  let  us  be  seeking 

A  refuge  on  high. 
Before  the  destroyer 

Comes  up,  and  we  die. 

And  this  is  the  moment, 

No  other  is  ours, — 
To  ask  that  salvation 

May  come  down  with  power. 


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HYMNS.  147 

Looking  To  Christ. 

0  JESUS,  Thou  anointed  One, 
In  righteousness  complete, 
Declared  the  Son  of  God  with  power 
To  fill  the  mercy-seat, 
Regard  our  lowly  station. 

On  Thee  the  crowns  of  life  are  set, 

Both  mercy  and  the  sword 
Are  Thine,  by  whom  the  worlds  were  made, 

Thou  ever-living  Word, 
Oh,  hear  our  supplication. 

Mere  dust  and  ashes  though  we  be, 

AVe  bring  our  sacrifice, 
From  altars  of  a  broken  heart, 

To  Thee  above  the  skies ; 
Accept  of  our  oblation. 

Before  Thy  majesty  we  kneel. 

Our  needy  case  we  bring 
To  Thee,  the  sovereign  Lord  of  heaven. 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King ; 
Oh,  show  us  Thy  salvation. 


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148  HYMNS. 

Saved  by  Grace. 

MY  tongue  shall  ever  bless 
The  gi-eat  and  glorious  name 
Of  Him  who  saved  me,  by  His  grace. 
From  sonow,  sin  and  shame. 

To  God  my  cheerful  voice 
Shall  rise  in  grateful  song ; 

And  all  the  pulses  of  my  soul 
His  praises  shall  prolong. 

Each  passing  hour  of  life 
Shall  tune  my  heart  anew, 

To  gloiy  in  His  righteousness, 
Who  faithful  is  and  true. 


Christ's  Yoke. 

HIS  yoke  is  so  easy, 
His  burden  is  light. 
His  grace  is  unfailing. 

And  boundless  His  might ; 
Come,  come  to  His  banquet. 

And  lean  on  His  breast. 
Whose  merciful  kindness 
Will  furnish  you  rest. 


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HYMNS.  149 


The  joy  of  His  presence, 

The  bliss  of  His  love, 
Are  heavenly  blessings 

That  bear  us  above ; 
His  yoke  is  so  easy, 

His  burden  is  light. 
The  paths  of  His  goodness 

Are  glorious  and  bright. 


**I  HAVE  Called  you  Friends." 

**"nUT  I  have  called  you  friends," 
X)     And  shown  my  love  for  you ; 
What  course,  saith  Jesus,  will  ye  take, 
What  will  my  followers  do  ? 

We'll  stir,  dear  Lord,  these  hearts, 

In  songs  of  gratitude 
To  Him  who  gives  eteraal  life, — 

The  gracious  and  the  good. 

Our  lives  and  all  we  have 

Shall  glorify  His  name, 
Who  died  to  save  our  souls  from  death. 

From  sorrow,  sin  and  shame. 


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150  HYMNS. 


Through  Jesus  Christ. 

OTHOU,  whose  dwelling  is  on  high, 
Exalted  and  alone, 
To  Thee  in  dust  we  come  to  cry, 

Before  Thy  gracious  throne. 
And  in  our  need,  we  humbly  plead, 
Through  Thy  Beloved  Son. 

We  plead  the  promises  of  grace 

In  His  atoning  blood. 
And  ask  the  favor  that  finds  place 

Through  that  all-cleansing  flood. 
Which,  when  He  died,  flowed  from  His  side, 

To  bring  the  soul  to  God. 

Wilt  Thou,  our  heavenly  Father,  take 

The  offering  that  we  bring. 
And  hear  the  plea,  *'  for  Jesus'  sake," 

Presented  to  our  King ; 
A  contrite  heart,  our  fitting  part. 

While  we  salvation  sing. 


Come  to  Jesus. 


COME  thou,  my  soul,  and  humbly  bow 
Where  thou  hast  never  trod  ; 
And  there,  with  penitential  tears, 
Confess  thy  sins  to  God. 


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HYMNS.  151 

Come,  wash  in  that  atoning  blood 

Which  Jesus  Christ  has  shed, 
To  cleanse  the  sinner  from  his  guilt, 

And  raise  him  from  the  dead. 

Come,  plead  the  all-abounding  grace, 

Out-flowing  from  His  love. 
To  vanquish  all  the  forms  of  woe. 

And  bear  the  soul  above. 


The  Way  of  Forgiveness. 

CO^IE  thou,  my  soul,  and  humbly  bow 
Before  thy  Maker,  God  ; 
And  with  contrition  in  thine  heart. 
Confess  where  thou  hast  trod ; 

How  thou  hast  run  the  downw^ard  road 

Of  folly,  sin  and  shame. 
And  ask  that  heavenly  mercy  may 

Thy  wandering  soul  reclaim. 

Come,  plead  for  that  all-cleansing  blood 

To  wash  away  thy  stain  ; 
And  ask  forgiveness,  in  the  name 

Of  a  Redeemer  slain. 


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152  HYMNS. 

So  shall  thy  sins  be  blotted  out, 
And  peace  once  more  shall  reign ; 

And  thou  shalt  own  the  glorious  ti'Uth, 
That  godliness  is  gain. 


The  Garments  of  Salvation. 

THE  garments  of  salvation, — 
How  beautiful  they  shine  ; 
These  spotless  robes  of  righteousness 
Come  from  a  hand  Divine, — 

To  cover  o'er  our  sorrow. 
Our  nakedness  and  shame  ; 

The  uniform  of  heaven,  prepared 
In  Jesus'  blessed  name. 

Clad  in  these  holy  vestments, 
How  safely  we  may  trust ; 

We  shall  find  rest  in  glory,  too. 
When  slumbering  in  the  dust. 


**  The  Lord  is  my  Portion." 

THE  Lord  is  my  portion,  my  guardian  and  guide, 
His  hand  will  direct  me  whatever  betide, 
Though  the  deep  swelling  surges  may  over  me  flow. 
Adversity's  waves  of  allliction  and  woe 
With  poverty's  pinchings  prevail; 


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HYMNS.  153 

Yet  the  Lord  is  my  portion,  the  Lord  is  my  guard, 
Ilis  hand  shall  protect  mc,  His  grace  shall  reward. 
While  faith  ever  cheerful  is  trusting  His  aid 
Whose  arm  is  Almighty ;  I  am  not  afraid 
His  merciful  goodness  will  fail. 

The  arrows  of  death  all  around  me  may  fly, 
Disease  bid  his  victims  in  myriads  to  die, 
Or  famine  in  paleness  may  stalk  through  the  land. 
And  wave  o'er  the  people  destruction's  cold  wand, 
'Till  earth  become  breathless  and  still ; 

Yet  the  Lord  is  my  portion.  His  hand  will  provide ; 
My  hope  from  destruction  and  trembling  He'll  hide. 
While  submissive  and  liumble  I  watch  for  His  hand, 
Most  gladly  obeying  His  every  command, 
Resolving  my  all  in  His  Will. 


Rest  in  Jesus. 


0 


JESUS,  Master,  let  us  rest 

Our  weary  heads  on  Thy  dear  breast, 

Holy  Saviour, 

In  Thy  favor, 

Oh,  give  us  rest. 


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154  HYMNS. 

Rest  from  temptationVs  fatal  snare, 

And  rest  from  eveiy  worldly  care. 

With  joy  in  Thee, 

To  whom  we  flee, 

For  succor  there. 

Oh,  may  our  hearts  be  fixed  on  hiijh, 
And  w^hile  we  live,  and  when  we  die. 
Our  faith  be  shown 
In  God  alone, 
Our  God  on  high. 


Looking  Up. 


OLORD,  our  God,  in  love  look  down. 
In  all  Thy  tenderness. 
While  dust  and  ashes  come  to  Thee, 
To  pardon  and  to  bless. 

Disperse  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 

And  make  us  know  the  joy 
Of  those  who  cast  themselves  on  Thee, 

And  enter  Thine  employ. 

Preserve  us  from  the  ways  of  sin. 
In  which  our  feet  have  trod  ; 

And  by  an  all-constraining  love. 
May  we  be  drawn  to  God. 


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HYMNS.  155 


Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  Soul. 

OH,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
His  goodness  is  complete ; 
He  occupies  the  throne  of  love, 

He  fills  the  mercy-seat ; 
The  needy  cry  to  Him  on  high, 
And  gracious  answers  meet. 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
He  washed  thee  from  thy  sin, 

He  cleansed  thee  from  thy  crying  guilt, 
He  made  thee  pure  within ; 

He  takes  the  soul,  and  makes  it  whole. 
And  breaks  the  power  of  sin. 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul. 

The  shadow  of  that  Rock 
Shelters  from  rays  of  burning  heat. 

And  guards  His  little  flock ; 
How  safe  they  lie  beneath  His  eye, 

From  every  threatening  shock ! 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 

His  sheep  will  always  hear 
The  voice  of  Illm,  their  Shepherd,  King, 

Which  draws  them  gladly  near 
The  bosom  where  they  feel  His  care, 

And  never  yield  to  fear. 


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166  HYMNS. 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 

From  Ilim  thy  life  proceeds, 
And  by  the  cool  refreshing  streams 

His  grace  most  gently  leads 
To  paths  of  joy,  without  alloy, 

Where  bliss  to  woe  succeeds. 


The  Shadow  of  His  Wings. 

BENEATH  the  shadow  of  His  wings 
My  willing  soul  has  lain, 
And  bathed  in  all  those  heavenly  springs 
That  purge  each  guilty  stain. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings, — 

Thou  place  of  glorious  rest. 
What  sacred  joy,  what  holy  things 

Here  fill  the  waiting  breast. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings 

No  evil  can  mislead 
The  soul  that  in  devotion  clings 

To  Him  w^ho  hears  it  jjlead. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings 

My  willing  soul  has  lain, 
And  bathed  in  all  those  heavenly  springs 

That  purge  each  guilty  stain. 


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HYMNS.  157 


The  Weary  and  Heavy  Laden. 

ClOME,  all  ye  heavy  laden  souls, 
'     Ye  weary  and  distressed ; 
Come,  take  the  yoke  of  Jesus  Christ, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

To  all  who  tread  the  heavenly  path. 
Depending  on  Ilis  might, 

His  yoke  is  easy  to  their  neck, 
And  all  His  burdens  light. 

There  is  a  glory  in  the  soul, 
When  love  and  duties  blend. 

And  each  pulsation  beats  with  joy 
From  Christ,  our  gracious  Friend. 


Seeking  God. 


OLORD,  be  merciful. 
And  crown  us  with  that  love 
AVhich  gives  our  souls  their  blessed  hope, 

And  lives  and  reigns  above  ; 
Yet  comes  below  to  cure  our  woe, 
And  gives  us  strength  to  move. 


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158  HYMNS. 

O  Lord,  be  merciful 

To  dust  and  ashes  here ; 

And  from  temptation's  wily  snares 
Preserve  ns  in  Thy  fear, 

That  we  may  be  made  safe  in  Thee, 
Our  God,  forever  near. 


Forgiveness. 


FORGIYEXESS  is  a  joyful  sound 
In  every  sinner^s  ear ; 
It  is  the  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 
In  mercy  drawing  near. 

When  Jesus,  in  His  boundless  love, 
Declares  our  sins  forgiven, 

A  thrill  of  holy  joy  is  felt 

Through  every  breast  in  heaven. 

The  gladsome  seraphs  join  the  song, 
With  all  their  glowing  fire, 

And  all  the  realms  of  glory  ring 
With  joy  from  every  lyre ! 

The  saints  unite  their  happy  strains, 
And  spread  the  bliss  abroad ; 

So  there  is  joy  in  heaven  and  earth, 
When  sinners  turn  to  God. 


HYMNS.  159 


Sins  Forgh-en. 

GO,  go  thy  way,  rejoicing, 
Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven ; 
Thou  hast  the  richest  blessing 
That  ever  came  from  Heaven. 

Jesus,  the  great  salvation, 
Came  from  His  home  above, 

To  tell  the  joyful  story 
Of  His  redeeming  love. 

When,  saying  to  the  vilest, 
**  Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven," 

He  opens  up  a  pathway 
That  leads  straight  on  to  heaven. 

They  who  depend  on  Jesus 

Shall  never,  never  fail ; 
Whatever  may  assail  them. 

They  shall  at  last  prevail. 

Then  go  thy  way,  rejoicing, 
Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

Thou  hast  the  richest  blessing 
That  ever  came  from  Heaven. 


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IGO  HYMNS. 


The  Sabbath  of  the  Soul. 

••fTlHE  Sabbath  of  the  soul" 

X     Is  when  the  Saviour  tells 
The  glory  of  that  ecstasy 

Which  from  His  bosom  swells. 

•*The  Sabbath  of  the  soul" 
Brings  a  sweet  day  of  rest 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  those  wings 
Where  everything  is  blest. 

"The  Sabbath  of  the  soul,"— 

To  this  we  now  aspire  ; 
Complete  obedience  to  our  Lord 

Will  fill  our  souls'  desire. 


Faith. 

FAITH  is  the  mighty  hand  that  holds 
The  promise  of  the  Lord, 
And  lifts  the  soul  from  deep  despair 
Through  His  unfailing  word. 

Faith  is  the  resurrection-power 
By  which  w^e  leave  the  dead, 

And  rise  to  life  and  joy  in  God, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  head. 


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HYMNS.  161 


Faith  is  the  anchor  that  outrides 
The  storms  below  the  skies, 

Twin-sister  of  the  glorious  hope, — 
The  hope  that  never  dies. 


Power  of  Faith. 

THE  grace  of  faith  endows  the  soul 
AVilh  energy  and  Jove  ; 
And  plumes  it  with  celestial  wings, 
To  soar  to  realms  above. 

It  makes  the  vision  clear  and  strong, 
To  look  beyond  the  skies  ; 

It  casts  its  anchor  by  the  throne 
Of  God,  the  Only  Wise. 

That  anchor  is  its  sure  defense 

Against  all  earthly  woe  ; 
Faith  waits  no  triumph  in  the  skies. 

But  has  it  here  below. 


The  Christian's  Safety. 

THE  rocky  cliffs  shall  be 
The  Christian's  strong  defense  ; 
The  cohorts  of  his  angry  foes 
Can  never  drive  him  thence. 
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1C2  HYMNS. 

Celestial  guardians  will 
Assist  him  to  prevail ; 

His  bread  shall  evermore  be  sure, 
His  waters  never  fail. 

In  God  he  puts  his  trust, 
And  safely  dwells  on  high ; 

No  terror  shall  assault  him  there 
No  evil  shall  draw  nigh. 

With  such  a  panoply 
His  heart  may  well  rejoice. 

And  join  the  angels  in  their  song. 
With  loud  and  thankful  voice. 


Forbid  them  not. 

FORBH)  them  not  to  come 
To  Him,  the  Son  of  God, 
Who  dwelt  upon  this  earth  of  ours, 
And  childhood's  pathway  ti'od. 

Forbid  them  not  to  come 
To  Him,  the  children's  Friend; 

Who  offers  them  His  mercy  now, 
And  glory  at  the  end. 


HYMNS.  163 

Forbid  them  not  to  come 

To  Ilim  whose  power  is  gi'eat, 

II is  blessings  call  them  every  day ; 
AVhy  should  they  longer  wait  ? 


Saved  by  Grace. 


NAKED  and  cold,  and  in  my  blood, 
In  nature's  field  I  lay ; 
Till  Jesus  Christ,  the  merciful, 
Came  passing  by  that  way. 

Compassion  moved  His  tender  heart, 

And  His  Almighty  arm 
Was  stretched  to  save  my  soul  from  death, 

From  sorrow,  guilt  and  harm. 

He  breathed  upon  my  wounded  soul, 

And  bade  my  spirit  live ; 
Twas  then  I  felt  the  thrill  of  joy 

AVhich  none  but  He  could  give. 

Hosanna  to  the  Holy  One, 

Whose  heart  was  opened  wide. 

And  cleansed  me,  through  the  sacred  flood 
That  issued  from  His  side. 


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164  HYMNS. 


The  Sea  of  Love. 

OH,  let  me  bathe  myself  in  Thee, 
Thou  sea  of  love  Divine  ; 
And  feel  the  cleansing  of  Thy  blood. 
That  precious  blood  of  Thine. 

Thou  art  the  source  of  boundless  joy. 

And  happiness  complete 
Thrills  through  the  pulses  of  my  soul 

While  bowing  at  Thy  feet. 

There  I  perceive  the  smiling  face 

Of  Jesus  reconciled, 
And  taste  the  wonders  of  the  love 

That  owns  a  sinful  child. 

Oh,  let  me  bathe  myself  in  Thee, 
Thou  fount  of  love  Divine, 

And  feel  the  cleansing  of  Thy  blood. 
That  precious  blood  of  Thine. 


Riches  in  the  Cross. 

THE  banner  of  the  cross  unfolds 
A  wealth  of  love  Divine ; 
Arise,  thou  weary  one  of  earth, 
And  make  those  riches  thine. 


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HYMNS.  165 

Come,  seek  this  bounty  from  the  hand 

Of  Ilim  who  dwells  on  high ; 
The  marvel  of  this  lower  world, 

The  glory  of  the  sky. 

Reject  not,  in  your  poverty, 

A  treasure  so  sublime, 
Including  all  the  crowns  of  life 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  time. 

Beneath  the  banner  of  the  cross 

The  gracious  path-way  lies. 
From  lowest  deeps  of  sin  and  death 

To  God,  the  only  Wise. 


Christ  Suffering  and  Triumphant. 

HAIL,  Son  of  man  and  Son  of  God, 
The  everlasting  Word, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
The  great,  Almighty  Lord. 

Cheerful  He  left  the  realms  of  love, 
With  power  and  grace  to  save ; 

He  suffered  in  the  sinner's  stead. 
And  slumbered  in  the  grave. 


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166  HYMNS. 

A  victor,  from  that  dark  domain 

In  majesty  He  rose, 
Declared  to  be  tlie  Son  of  God, 

Trimnphant  o^er  His  foes. 

And  now  He  sits  with  glory  crowned. 
Upon  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  sends  His  blessed  Spirit  down 
To  save  our  ruined  race. 


Casting  All  Your  Care  on  Him. 

OH,  whither,  whither  shall  I  go 
To  cast  my  care  ? 
Where  is  there  One  who  deigns  to  hear 
The  sinner's  prayer  ? 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  only  Friend, 

Has  gi-ace  to  spare ; 
And  now  His  majesty  stoops  down 

To  hear  your  prayer. 

His  kind,  inviting  voice  proclaims, 

Come,  freely  come, 
And  find  within  His  sheltering  love 

A  heavenly  home. 


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UYMNS.  167 

Now  thither,  thither  I  will  go 

And  cast  my  care, 
For  there  is  One  who  deigns  to  hear 

The  sinner's  prayer. 


How  Jesus  Spake. 

HE  spake  as  no  man  ever  spake, — 
Not  in  a  thunder  tone  ; 
But  with  the  meekness  and  the  power 
Which  dwelt  in  Him  alone. 

He  spake  as  no  man  ever  spake, — 

And  threw  the  gates  ajar, 
That  human  vision  might  behold 

The  glorious  realms  afar. 

He  spake  as  no  man  ever  spake 

Of  that  o'ei-flowing  grace, 
Which  brought  Him  from  the  throne  on  high 

To  save  a  guilt}'  race. 

He  spake  as  no  man  ever  spake, — 

Have  we  received  His  word, 
And  hid  in  an  obedient  heart 

The  messaf]:e  of  our  Lord  ? 


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168  HYMNS. 


Gratitude. 

A  SONG  of  holy  gratitude 
Shall  exercise  ni}'  voice ; 
Whatever  becomes  of  me  or  mine, 
In  God  I  will  rejoice. 

My  soul  shall  rest  on  His  decrees, 

While  promises  of  love 
Shall  bear  my  thoughts  from  transient  things, 

To  trust  in  thincrs  above. 


Yearnings. 


OH,  for  the  vision  to  discern 
The  wonders  of  His  law, 
And  see  the  promises  of  God, 
As  faithful  Abraham  saw. 

Oh,  for  obedient  hearts  toti-ead 

Where  Enoch's  footsteps  trod ; 
And  walk,  like  Him,  through  this  vain  world, 

To  glory  and  to  God. 

Oh,  for  a  tongue  to  speak  the  praise 

Of  our  Redeemer's  name. 
To  tell  the  world  how  good  He  is, 

And  all  His  grace  j^roclaim. 


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HYMNS.  169 

Oh,  for  the  wisdom  that  inclines 

The  lost  to  seek  Thy  ways ; 
And  tunes  their  hearts  with  gratitude 

To  sound  the  Saviour's  praise. 

Oh,  for  the  blessing  from  on  high 

That  makes  dead  sinners  live ; 
The  power  that  renovates  the  heart 

Is  thine,  O  Lord,  to  give. 


Aspirations. 


OH,  for  a  living  coal, 
From  off  thine  altar,  Lord, 
To  purify  polluted  lips 
To  speak  Thy  holy  word. 

Oh,  for  a  soul  to  bow, 

To  bow  and  to  adore 
The  Bountiful  of  heaven  and  earth. 

Who  has  all  bliss  in  store. 

Oh,  for  an  active  faith 

To  seize  each  glorious  thing 

That  comes  descending  from  above, 
With  mercies  from  my  King. 


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170  HYMNS. 

Oh,  for  the  wings  of  love, 

To  bear  my  soul  away 
From  all  the  transient  things  of  earth, 

To  joys  that  ne'er  decay. 

Oh,  for  a  tender  heart, 
To  feel  my  sins  forgiven. 

Obedient  to  the  voice  of  God, 
And  set  on  Christ  and  heaven. 


Prayer  for  Grace. 

DEAR  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 
Oh,  condescend  to  hear 
The  cry  we  offer  unto  Thee, 
And  bless  us  with  Thy  fear. 

Oh,  turn  our  wayward  feet  aside 

From  eveiy  wicked  w^ay. 
And  bless  us  with  the  grace  of  those 

Who  seek  eternal  day. 

Oh,  may  we  see  the  glorious  light 

On  Zion's  holy  hill ; 
And  walk  in  paths  of  righteousness, 

With  those  who  do  Thy  will. 


>ifr 


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HYMNS.  171 

The  Throne  of  Grace. 

OLORD,  on  Thee,  on  Thee  we  throw 
Our  every  anxious  care ; 
Before  Thy  gracious  presence  bow, 
And  leave  each  burden  here. 

'TIS  here  blest  mercy  I  have  found, 

'Tis  hero  that  grace  is  given. 
With  GileacVs  balm  the  heart  is  bound, 

When  broken,  pained  and  riven. 

'Tis  here  the  sweet  relief  we  find. 

Which  Jesus'  hand  imparts  ; 
Dispelling  fear,  assuaging  grief, 

Quenching  all  fiery  darts. 

Here  may  we  daily,  hourly  seek 
For  safety,  strength,  defense ; 

And  meekly  coming  in  Thy  name, 
Draw  all  our  comforts  hence. 


**  Where  Two  or  Three  are  Gathered." 

THERE  am  I  in  the  midst  of  them. 
Who  humbly  congregate. 
To  ofi'er  humbly  praise  and  prayer, 
And  then  in  patience  wait. 


•i< 


172  HYMNS. 

There  am  I  in  the  midst  of  those 
Who  have  a  contrite  heart, 

And  who  have  cast  all  things  aside, 
To  seek  the  better  part. 

There  am  I  in  the  midst  of  them 
"Who  have  a  firm  belief 

In  Him  "svho  came  to  bleed  and  die, 
For  sinners,  e'en  the  chief. 

There  am  I  in  the  midst  of  them 
Whose  spirits  worship  God, 

And  cry  to  Him,  the  merciful, 
Oh,  send  Thy  love  abroad. 


Power  of  Prayer. 

PRAYER  is  a  tower  of  strength, 
A  heavenly  battlement. 
With  armament  of  God 
To  feeble  mortals  lent. 

Before  this  mighty  power. 
Legions  of  foes  recede ; 

W^hile,  bending  low  in  faith. 
The  promises  we  plead. 


IIYMXS.  173 

Be  thou  our  sun  and  shield, 
From  darkness  and  the  grave, 

O  Thou  Ahnighty  aiTii, 
Omnipotent  to  save. 

We  cast  ourselves  on  Thee, 

Depending  on  Thine  aid  ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts  and  sav, 

**  Oh,  be  not  thou  afraid." 

And  then  a  worm  shall  thresh 
Mountains  of  towering  strength ; 

And,  trusting  in  His  God, 
Victorious  be  at  lencrth. 


My  Heart  is  Fixed. 

OGOD,  my  roving  heart  is  fixed. 
And  fixed  on  Thee  alone  ; 
Praise  shall  employ  my  grateful  tongue, 
In  worship  at  Thy  throne. 

I  will  recount  in  joyous  lays, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love, 
And  tell  the  condescending  gi-ace 

That  lifts  the  soul  above, — 


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174  HYMNS. 

Above  the  vanities  of  earth, 
Where  God,  my  God,  resides ; 

And  whence  His  boundless  mercy  flows 
In  everlasting  tides. 

Forever  be  my  heart  thus  fixed. 
And  fixed  on  Thee  alone ; 

Still  to  recount  in  endless  songs, 
The  glories  of  Thy  throne. 


A  Saviour  Found. 

MY  soul  has  found  the  Lord, — 
So  great  the  bliss  appears, 
The  joy  that  overruns  my  heart 
Is  bursting  forth  in  tears. 

My  soul  has  found  the  Lord, — 

Ko  tongue  can  ever  tell 
The  ecstacy  of  love  and  peace, 

With  which  my  pulses  swell. 

My  soul  has  found  the  Lord, — 

I  cast  on  Ilim  my  care, 
And  guilt  and  sin  that  weighed  me  down, 

And  lost  my  burden  there. 


HYMNS.  17 

!My  soul  hath  found  the  Lord, — 

His  own  almighty  hand 
Has  snatched  me  from  the  burning  pit, 

And  now  secure  I  stand. 

My  soul  has  found  the  Lord, — 

So  great  the  bliss  appears, 
The  joy  that  overruns  my  heart 

Is  burstinof  forth  in  tears. 


Clinging  to  the  Cross. 

SAVED  from  billows  of  destruction, 
To  the  cross  of  Christ  I  cling ; 
Fallen  is  my  burden  from  me. 
Wakes  my  heart  with  joy  to  sing. 

Lost  in  wonder,  in  a  moment 
Everything  is  clear  and  bright ; 

All  my  darkness  has  departed, 
And  I  see  a  glorious  light. 

Be  it  so, —  is  this  believing, 
Oh,  the  joy  it  brings  my  heart! 

Oh,  the  bliss,  the  present  glory, 
Oh,  the  peace  it  can  impart. 


176  HYMNS. 

Every  Derre  with  joy  is  thrilling, 
Death  is  past  and  life  is  won, 

Oh,  the  mercy  of  forgiveness. 
Oh,  the  great  achievement  done ! 

Saved  from  billows  of  destruction, 
To  the  cross  of  Christ  I  cling ; 

Fallen  is  my  burden  from  me. 
Wakes  my  heart  with  joy  to  sing. 


The  Precious  Bible. 

THY  word  is  the  joy  of  my  heart. 
My  pulses  beat  gladly  and  free, 
In  high  adoration  and  song. 
With  praise  and  devotion  to  thee. 

How  sweet  to  my  mouth  is  its  taste. 
It  gives  me  new  life  and  new  strength ; 

The  power  on  which  I  depend, 

Will  make  me  triumphant  at  length. 

Thy  word  is  my  anchor  of  hope. 
By  faith  it  holds  firmly,  when  cast ; 

The  truth  which  sustains  me  on  eaith, 
Will  still  be  as  firm  to  the  last. 


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HYMNS.  177 

The  Amiable  Tabernacles. 

HOW  amiable  Thy  dwellings  are, 
O  Thou  whose  name  is  love ; 
The  circuit  of  the  heavens  is  Thine, 
And  all  the  hosts  above. 

My  soul  desires  to  enter  in 

The  place  of  Thine  abode  ; 
My  heart  and  flesh  rejoice  in  Thee, 

The  ever  living  God. 

Blessed  are  they  who  dwell  within 

Thy  palaces  of  gi*ace ; 
Their  songs  of  honor  shall  ascend. 

And  reach  the  heavenly  place. 


Bethel. 


THIS  is  the  house  of  God, 
His  glory  dwelleth  here ; 
And  here  He  has  Plis  throne  of  grace. 
To  hear  the  mourner's  prayer. 

This  is  the  house  of  God, 

And  we  His  people  come 
To  sing  our  songs  of  joyful  praise. 

And  find  a  peaceful  home. 
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178  HYMNS. 

This  is  the  house  of  God, 
He  spreads  Ilia  table  here  ; 

We  come  to  feast  our  hungry  souls 
On  His  delicious  fare. 

This  is  the  house  of  God, 
Here  wisdom  lifts  her  voice, 

And  speaks  the  glorious  promises, 
In  which  our  souls  rejoice. 


Before  Sermon. 


HELP  us  to  listen  to  Thy  word. 
While  God,  our  God,  is  near. 
And  seek  the  place  of  Thy  delight. 
With  reverence  and  with  fear. 

Thy  Zion  is  the  holy  hill, 
Where  all  Thy  saints  resort ; 

The  blessed  angels  hear  their  songs, 
And  bear  the  glad  report. 

Here  mercies,  flowing  from  the  skies. 
Descend  like  summer  showers ; 

Come,  like  His  people,  come  to  God, 
Yield  Him  your  noblest  powers ;  — 


HYMNS.  179 

To  Him,  the  merciful,  on  high, 

From  whom  all  blessings  flow. 
And  hope,  and  peace,  and  joy,  descend 

To  us  who  dwell  below. 


Dedication  Hymn. 

OTHOU,  our  Saviour,  God, 
Look  down  from  realms  above ; 
And  with  Thy  glory  fill  this  house, 

The  dwelling  of  Thy  love  ; 
Where  saints  unite  to  seek  Thy  light, 
And  all  Thy  goodness  prove. 

Peace  be  within  these  walls. 

And  holiness  sincere ; 
And  love, —  the  wondrous  love  of  God, 

That  casteth  out  all  fear ; 
And  God's  rich  grace,  in  every  place, 

To  whom  we  may  draw  near. 

Within  these  temple  gates, 

May  multitudes  arise ; 
To  trust  in  Jesus'  dying  love. 

And  bleeding  sacrifice ; 
And  sing  their  lays  of  sacred  praise. 

To  God,  the  Only  Wise. 


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180  HYMNS. 

Dedication  Hymn. 

WE  come  to  seek  Thy  gracious  aid, 
Thou  Bountiful  above, 
Whose  glory  fills  the  heavenly  worlds, 
Whose  crovrning  name  is  love. 
Chorus. 
Angels  of  light 

Surround  the  throne, 
And  joy  to  make 
His  glory  known. 

But  how  shall  we,  of  sinful  lips, 

Presume  to  lisp  Thy  praise. 
And  join  the  song  of  melody. 

Which  holy  angels  raise  ? 
Angels  of  light,  &c. 

We'll  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name, 

For  pardon  and  access ; 
Through  that  dear  name  God  loves  to  hear, 

He  loves  to  hear  and  bless. 
Angels  of  light,  &c. 

Oh,  let  Thy  glory  fill  the  house 
Our  feeble  hands  have  raised, 

That  we  may  find  salvation  here, — 
And  God  alone  be  praised. 
Angels  of  light,  &c. 


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HYMNS.  181 

A  Thanksgiting  Hymn. 

r\  OD  is  the  governor  of  men, 
VX    And  with  His  giacious  care 
Blesses  the  harvests  of  the  land, 
That  all  His  love  may  share. 

His  bounteous  hand  in  love  bestows 
Raiment  and  friends  and  food ; 

The  bliss  of  youth,  the  glow  of  health, 
And  all  we  have  of  good. 

'Tis  on  the  pleasure  of  His  grace, 

Our  being  must  depend ; 
'Tis  He  sustains  the  tides  of  life, 

He  is  our  constant  Friend. 

To  Him  be  glory  evermore. 

In  whom  we  live  and  move, 
For  all  His  blessings  here  below, 

And  those  reserved  above. 


Serving  Christ  in  His  People. 

WE  cannot  offer  gifts  to  Thee, 
Thou  great  I  am,  above. 
But  those  shall  have  our  sympathy. 
Whom  Thou  hast  deigned  to  love. 


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182  HYMNS. 

The  poor,  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thy  care, 

Shall  never  ask  in  vain, 
For  what  from  us,  Thy  stewards,  Lord, 

The  suffering  should  obtain. 

We  cannot  offer  gifts  to  Thee, 

Thou  Majesty,  above. 
But  those  shall  have  our  sympathy, 

Whom  Thou  hast  deigned  to  love. 


The  Commission. 


GO,  preach  the  Gospel  to  the  poor, 
To  earth's  dejected  ones ; 
And  gather  in  the  prodigals 
From  Adam's  vilest  sons ; 
And  tell  this  glorious  tnith  to  all, 
'Twas  sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Go  to  the  darkest  dungeons,  go. 

The  torch  of  life  to  bear ; 
Go,  heal  the  sick,  go,  raise  the  dead, 

In  love,  and  faith,  and  prayer; 
And  tell  this  glorious  truth  to  all, 
'Twas  sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 


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HYMNS.  183 

Go,  point  them  to  the  star  of  hope, 

To  Bethlehem's  holy  child, 
Who  came  from  heaven  to  seek  and  save 

The  lost,  the  sin-defiled ; 
Oh,  tell  this  wondrous  truth  to  all, 
'Twas  sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Go,  bid  them  to  the  marriage  feast, — 

No  longer  slaves  of  sin, — 
The  loving  Bridegroom  vraits  to  bless, 

Compel  them  to  come  in ; 
Oh,  tell  this  glorious  tinith  to  all, 
'Twas  sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Go,  preach  the  gospel  to  the  poor 

Of  Adam's  ruined  race  ; 
Proclaim  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

Proclaim  His  boundless  grace  ; 
Oh,  tell  this  glorious  truth  to  all, 
'Twas  sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 


**As  YE  GO,  Preach." 

GO,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
**  To  stranger  and  to  friend ; 
And  lo !  my  presence  will  be  there. 
To  cheer  you  to  the  end. 


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184  HYMXS. 

'*  Wherever  man  shall  roam  abroad, 

On  island  or  on  main, 
There  spread  the  glorious  tidings  forth. 

Point  to  the  Lamb  once  slain. 

**0h,  tell  the  wonders  of  His  love, 
His  tenderness  and  grace, 

TVho  gave  Himself  a  sacrifice 
For  sinners  of  our  race. 

"  Tell  how  that  sacrifice  avails 
To  those  wiio  seek  the  Lord ; 

Tell  of  the  resurrection  power. 
That  dwells  in  Jesus'  word. 

*'  Go  preach  this  gospel  far  and  wide, 
To  stranger  and  to  friend, 

And  lo !  my  presence  will  be  there, 
To  cheer  you  to  the  end." 


Spread  the  Glad  Tidings. 

60,  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
Far  as  the  earth  extends, 
And  spread  the  tale  of  glory. 
How  love  and  justice  blends. 


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HTMNS.  185 


Go,  tell  the  glad  salvation, 
Wherever  man  is  found, 

Thai  every  distant  nation, 
May  hear  the  joyful  sound. — 

The  joyful  sound,  once  flowing 
O'er  Bethlehem's  happy  plain, 

The  gift  of  God  bestowing. 
And  everlasting  gain. 

Go,  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
Far  as  the  earth  extends, 

And  spread  the  tale  of  glory. 
How  love  and  justice  blends. 


** Freely  ye  have  received,  freely  give." 

FKEELY  ye  have  received 
The  light  of  life  divine  ; 
So  freely  make  the  wonder  known. 
And  let  the  glory  shine. 

Go  now  and  gladly  tell 
The  heavenly  wonder  o'er. 

How  Jesus  calls  the  sinner  here. 
And  saves  forevermore. 


18G  HYMNS. 

Tell  what  His  love  has  done 
For  those  who  trust  His  name ; 

And  as  the  champions  of  His  grace, 
The  word  of  God  proclaim. 


The  Censer. 


GREAT  Maker  of  the  universe, 
Who  mak'st  each  planet's  bound. 
Whose  silent  praise  they  all  rehearse, 
As  move  their  orbs  around, — 

Oh,  grant,  that  earth  may,  in  Thy  hand, 

Like  a  fair  censer  swing. 
And  joy,  and  praise,  at  thy  command. 

Make  all  her  mountains  ring, — 

That  as  through  space  she  rolls  along, 

Rich  odors  may  arise. 
An  incense  sweet,  a  fragrance  strong, 

Breathed  in  the  upper  skies. 

Then  beauty  shall  her  surface  crown, 

Briers  and  thorns  decay, 
New  charms,  new  glories  shall  be  thrown 

Around  each  rising  day. 


HYMNS.  187 

Then  men  shall  give  their  hearts  to  Thee, 

In  countless,  happy  throngs ; 
Salvation,  glory,  liberty. 

Shall  thrill  their  joyful  tongues. 


The  Reapers. 

Oil,  cease  not  to  labor, 
The  land  where  ye  toil 
Is  God's  blessed  vineyard, 
Go,  work  on  the  soil. 

Oh,  cease  not  to  labor, 
The  day  is  far  gone. 

And  when  the  night  cometh, 
Your  work  will  be  done. 

Oh,  cease  not  to  labor, 
Till  evening  shall  come,' 

AVhen  angels  will  whisper, 
**  Ye  weary,  come  home.'' 


The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  heavenly  Father  and  our  King 
The  universal  Lord, 
Hallowed  be  Thy  most  holy  name, 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad. 


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188  HYMNS. 

Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread, 

And  all  we  need  beside, 
Help  us  to  cast  ourselves  on  Thee, 

Whatever  may  betide. 

Oh,  let  Thy  kingdom  come  on  earth, 
And  all  Thy  will  be  done. 

In  righteousness  and  holy  joy, 
Till  time's  short  race  is  run. 

Forgive  our  sins,  most  gracious  Lord, 

And  teach  us  to  forgive, 
And  try  to  do  some  good  to  those 

With  whom  we're  called  to  live. 

And  in  temptation's  fatal  paths 

Permit  us  not  to  stray ; 
But  guard  us  in  our  feebleness, 

From  every  evil  way. 

Thine  is  the  kingdom  and  the  power, 
And  be  the  glory  Thine, 

Forever  and  forever  more, 
With  honors  all  divine. 


The  Daily  Prayer. 

THOU  Merciful,  above, 
Whose  hand  upholds 
Thy  feeble  folds, 
In  tenderness  and  love. 


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HYMNS.  189 

To  Thee  we  look  each  mom, — 

And  thus  we  pray, 

Bread  for  the  day, — 
Dependent  we  were  bom. 

From  every  tempting  path 

Keep  us  away. 

Lest  we  should  stray, 
And  thus  invite  Thy  wrath. 


Dependence  on  God. 

BEFORE  the  morning  light  appears, 
My  voice  to  Thee  shall  ciy, 
O  Thou,  whose  arm  is  everywhere, 
Whose  mercy  always  nigh. 

Mere  dust  and  ashes  come  to  claim 

Protection  and  supply, 
From  Ilim  who  built  the  universe, 

From  Him  who  reigns  on  high. 

His  bounteous  hand  is  open  wide. 

His  mercy  will  bestow 
The  succor  which  the  sinner  needs, 

To  save  from  sin  and  woe. 


190  HYMNS. 


Morning  Invocation. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 
To  Thee  my  soul  belongs ; 
To  Thee  I  raise  the  voice  of  prayer, 
And  my  thanksgiving  songs. 

Soon  as  the  morning  light  appears, 

To  Thee  1*11  lift  my  eyes  ; 
And  seek  the  blessings  that  descend 

In  mercy  from  the  skies. 

Lord,  hear  each  morn  my  humble  call. 

And  give  me,  for  the  day. 
Sufficient  grace  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

Saying,  **  This  is  the  way." 


Morning  Supplication. 

OGOD,  to  whom  all  ages  come, 
Thy  people's  strength.  Thy  people's  home, 
In  mercy  lend  an  ear ; 
We  bow  before  Thy  gracious  throne, 
To  make  our  wants  and  sorrows  known, 
Oh,  condescend  to  hear. 

Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  mind. 
And  let  thy  '* Spirit's  rushing  wind" 

Breathe  o'er  each  lifeless  soul, 


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HYMNS.  191 

To  animate  each  cold  desire, 
And  touch  our  lips  with  holy  fire ; 

Dear  Jesus,  make  us  whole. 

Wash  our  pollutions  all  away, 

And  guide  our  footsteps,  lest  they  stray 

From  Thy  delightful  path ; 
Oh,  draw  us  to  '*the  things  above," 
That,  raptured  by  Thy  glorious  love, 

We  may  escape  Thy  wrath. 


A  MoRxtN'G  Prayer. 

MY  soul  shall  rise  at  early  dawn. 
And  ofier  up  its  cry 
To  Him  whose  sovereign  hand  controls 
Tlie  stars  that  roll  on  high. 

To  Him,  the  Merciful,  Pll  go, 
And  make  my  sorrows  known  ; 

Exalted  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
Yet  goodness  rules  His  throne. 

But  will  that  glorious  Majesty 

In  mercy  condescend 
To  be  the  helper  of  this  dust, 

His  Father  and  his  Friend  ? 


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192  HYMNS. 

God's  favors  fall  like  showers  of  rain 
Through  Christ,  our  risen  Lord  ; 

Sinners  may  come  and  find  rich  grace, 
Relying  on  His  word. 


Sabbath. 


ON  this  glad  morning  of  the  Lord, 
This  holy  hour  of  prayer. 
Help  us,  O  Thou,  the  Merciful, 

To  banish  worldly  care 
While  we  draw  nigh  to  Thee  on  high, 
Whose  grace  is  always  near. 

Before  Thy  throne.  Thou  God  of  grace, 

We  bow  to  Thee  alone ; 
And  worship  Him  who  dwells  in  heaven, 

Yet  suffered,  to  atone  ; 
And,  gracious,  hears  our  joys  and  fears. 

When  we  address  His  throne. 

Lord,  let  thy  beauty  now  appear. 
Bring  heavenly  things  to  view  ; 

Oh,  touch  our  lips  with  sacred  fire, 
Thou  holy,  good  and  true  ; 

With  love  inspire,  with  glad  desire, 
Come  and  make  all  things  new. 


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HYMNS.  193 


Evening  Hymn. 

OTHOU,  the  Lord  of  evening  hours, 
To  Thee  we  lift  our  eyes ; 
Wc  see  Thy  glones,  beaming  forth 
From  all  the  starry  skies. 

These  are  the  wonders  of  Thy  power, 
Which  Thy  right  hand  hath  made ; 

Lord,  what  are  we,  compared  with  these, 
But  insects  in  the  shade  ? 

And  yet  how  mindful  God  has  been 

Of  us,  poor,  sinful  worms. 
In  Christ  His  gi-ace  has  shone  from  heaven. 

In  its  divinest  forms. 

The  stars  enjoy  His  constant  care, 

And  praise  with  silent  voice ; 
But  dearer  to  the  heart  of  God, 

The  people  of  His  choice. 

For  them  He  built  a  brighter  sphere. 

In  the  fair  realms  above, 
"Wlicre  joy  is  smiling  evermore. 

Where  all  the  air  is  love. 
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194  HYMNS. 

No  mortal  spirit  can  conceive 

The  riches  flowing  there, 
Heaven  is  a  world  of  bliss,  with  which 

Xo  mortal  joys  compare. 

Yet  as  their  Lord  and  Master  is. 

So  shall  His  people  be ; 
Clothed  in  the  glories  of  their  Lord, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free. 


MORNIXG  AND  EVENING  SONG. 

MY  soul  shall  bless  the  Lord, 
In  accents  loud  and  strong ; 
And  celebrate  His  dying  love 
In  every  morning  song. 

My  soul  shall  bless  the  Lord, 
Whose  hands  are  open  wide. 

And  whose  salvation  comes  anew 
With  eveiy  evening  tide. 

My  soul  shall  bless  the  Lord 
For  all  His  tender  care  ; 

He  warns  me,  in  His  holy  word, 
To  flee  from  every  snare. 


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HYMNS.  19o 

^ly  soul  shall  bless  the  Lord, 

And  ask  for  faith  more  strong ; 
For  God  is  ever  in  the  right, 

Though  I  am  often  wrong. 

My  soul  shall  bless  the  Lord, 
Who  saves  my  soul  from  strife ; 

And  leads  me,  through  the  path  of  peace. 
To  everlastinof  life. 


The  Eucharist. 

THIS  is  the  day  when  Christ  invites 
His  people  to  partake 
Of  bread  and  wine,  with  grateful  joy, 
Saved,  saved,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

These  are  the  words  His  kindness  spoke 

**Be  sure,  remember  Me, 
Who  suffered  agony  and  death, 

From  death  to  set  you  free!" 

Come,  then,  my  soul,  to  meet  thy  Lord, 

And,  with  a  living  laith. 
Bow  down  thy  head  in  humble  prayer, 

And  hear  what  Jesus  saith. 


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196  HYMNS. 

Seek  for  refreshing  from  the  blood 
That  washed  thy  shis  away ; 

And  bind  anew  the  bands  of  love, 
And  never,  never  stray. 


Remember. 


EEMEMBER  thou  the  love  and  gi-ace, 
That  Christ,  thy  Lord,  bestowed; 
Remember  that  He  bled  and  died, 
And  paid  the  debt  we  owed. 

Remember  all  the  promises 
His  grace  has  e'er  displayed ; 

Remember,  those  that  trust  in  Him 
Shall  never  be  dismayed. 

Remember  that  the  Son  of  God 
For  thee  His  blood  has  spilt ; 

Remember  that  His  righteousness 
Can  cover  all  thy  guilt. 

Remember  that  His  dying  love 

Is  boundless  and  supreme ; 
Remember  that  the  bliss  of  heaven 

Is  greater  than  we  dream. 


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HYMNS.  197 

Remember,  O  my  thoughtless  soul, 

To  bless  Ilis  holy  name, 
And  in  a  song  of  solemn  joy 

His  goodness  to  proclaim. 


The  One  Song. 

WE  come  to  bow  our  needy  souls 
To  Him  who  made  the  light ; 
And  placed  the  glory  of  His  throne 
Beyond  the  shades  of  night. 

There  in  the  peerless  bliss  of  heaven 

The  holy  seraphs  shine. 
And  offer  choruses  of  joy 

To  Him,  the  Light  divine. 

And  there,  redeemed  by  Jesus'  blood, 
The  saints,  who  here  have  trod, 

Join  in  one  spirit  and  one  song. 
To  praise  and  worship  God. 

Oh,  may  the  influence  of  their  love 

Descend  on  us  while  here, 
And  lift  us  from  our  low  estate, 

To  worship  in  Thy  fear. 


198  HYMNS. 


The  Brighter  AVorld. 

THERE  is  a  land  no  eye  bath  seen, 
Surpassing  every  thought ; 
Wliere  glory  spreads  her  brightest  sheen, 
And  all  with  love  is  fraught. 

There  floods  of  light  shall  fill  the  eye 

With  everlasting  day, 
There  none  can  sorrow,  none  can  die, 

Nor  loved  ones  pass  away. 

God  is  the  light  and  glory  there. 

Far  brigliter  than  the  sun, 
In  every  thought  and  everywhere, 

His  will  alone  is  done. 


Heaven. 


HEAVEN  is  the  place  where  God  resides, 
And  thence  His  glories  flow 
In  rich  and  everlasting  tides. 
To  banish  human  woe. 

Heaven  is  the  place  where  angels  dwell. 

And  sing  their  songs  of  joy  ; 
To  God  their  highest  praises  swell, — 

How  blest  is  their  employ ! 


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HYMNS.  199 

Heaven  is  the  land  for  which  we  start 

When  we  believe  in  God  ; 
And  give  to  Jesus  all  our  heart, 

And  follow  where  He  trod. 

Heaven  is  the  boon  to  which  the  saints 

Are  striving  to  attain, 
Beyond  the  region  of  complaints, — 

Where  death  itself  is  gain. 


The  Glory  to  be  Revealed. 

THERE  are  celestial  plains  that  lie 
Beyond  this  narrow  sphere  ; 
There  niglit  and  death  have  passed  away, 
And  all  is  bright  and  clear ; 
There  angels  sing. 
There  blessings  spring. 
Through  heaven's  immortal  year. 

No  pain,  no  death,  no  grief,  no  sigh, 

In  all  that  vast  parterre  ; 
Peace  breathes  o'er  all  the  fragrant  flowers 
That  cluster  sweetly  there  ; 
There  far  and  wide 
Spreads  the  broad  tide 
Of  wonders,  rich  and  rare. 


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200  HYMNS. 

They  far  exceed  what  mortals  here 

Can  know  or  comj^rehend ; 
Yet  faith,  sublime,  sustains  the  hope 
That  we,  when  life  shall  end, 
Through  boundless  grace, 
Shall  reach  the  place, 
And  be  with  Christ,  our  Friend. 


Heaven. 


NO  darkening  cloud  shall  wave  its  wing 
O^er  that  pure  atmosphere, 
Where  Jesus  sits,  enthroned  in  love, — 
No  doubt,  no  care,  no  fear. 

No  wave  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  pass 

Across  the  peaceful  breast 
Of  those  who  are  exalted  there 

To  seats  of  endless  rest. 

No  thought  of  grief  shall  enter  there. 

No  shade  of  pain  or  gloom  ; 
Such  woes  the  righteous  leave  behind. 

In  passing  through  the  tomb. 


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HYMNS.  201 


The  songs  of  glory  ever  rise. 
As  incense,  to  the  throne, 

Where  Jesus  sits  in  majesty. 
And  is  adored  alone. 


Amen. 

AMEN!    Thy  great  majestic  ann 
Will  do  whatever  it  deigns ; 
And  we,  submissively,  will  say, 
**  The  sovereign  Ruler  reigns." 

So  let  it  be.  Almighty  Lord, 

According  to  Thy  will ; 
And  we,  the  creatures  of  Thy  hand. 

Will  hear  Thy  word,  **  Be  still." 

So  let  it  be,  our  Lord  on  high. 
We  nothing  know  aright. 

But  blindly  creeping  on  the  earth. 
We  seek  from  Thee  our  lif^ht. 


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INDEX  or  SUBJECTS. 


POEMS. 

PAGE. 

The  Advent 5 

Jesus  in  Bethlehem 10 

Bethlehem 11 

Christm.19      ....'.....  12 

The  Shepherds  of  Bethlehem 13 

Chiist's  Mighty  Works 14 

Christ  SuJBfering  and  Triumphant          ....  15 

Christ  Only 16 

The  Sweetest  Story 17 

The  Agony             18 

True  Wisdom 19 

Suffer  Little  Children 20 

Faith,  Hope  and  Charity 21 

The  Gospel  Trumpet             22 

The  Good  Physician               ......  23 

A  Broken  Heart 24 

Lord,  Save,  or  I  Perish 2d 

Deliverance 26 

203 


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204  INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

PAGE. 

Beauty  for  Ashes ,        .  26 

God  is  a  Spirit 27 

God  Everywhere 28 

God  our  Rcfnge              29 

God's  Promise                30 

Inventory               31 

Come              32 

Grace  Weighed              36 

Grace             37 

Why  Stand  ye  Idle 38 

Scatter  the  Seeds  of  Blessing 39 

Grain  on  the  Harvest-field             39 

Anticipating  Evil 40 

Good  in  Disguise 41 

The  Blessed  Rain 42 

The  Good  Passport 42 

Wish  for  an  Afflicted  One              44 

Retrospect              4.5 

Joy  Cometh  in  the  Morning 45 

The  Old-fashioned  Chair 46 

Jubilee  of  my  Conversion              47 

Reminiscences 4^ 

Taking  Leave  of  Oliver  Street               ....  49 

Our  Own  Way 51 

Light  from  Heaven 52 

A  Beauteous  Seraph 53 

The  Eloquent  Prayer 54 

The  Light-house 54 

Call  to  Benevolence 55 

Good  Time  Coming      .......  56 


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PAGE. 

To  my  Children              58 

Shall  Woman  Speak 59 

Gay  Attire 60 

The  Poor  Child 61 

By  the  Rivers  of  Babylon 62 

Emptiness 63 

The  Miser  Banker 64 

Elsewhere 65 

The  Sky 67 

Plymouth  Rock 68 

Thanksgiving 69 

Pmy  Always 69 

In  Jesus'  Name 70 

Prayer 70 

The  Hour  of  Prayer 71 

Evening 72 

Evening  Prayer 73 

Sabbath  Morning            .        , 74 

Life 74 

Life  Here  and  Hereafter 75 

The  Web  cf  Life            76 

The  Short  Journey 77 

The  Dead  Infant 78 

Death             79 

InMcraoriam  — J.  S.  0 80 

The  Dying  Christian 81 

The  Christian  in  Death        • 82 

Shall  we  Meet  Beyond  the  River          ....  83 

Beautiful  City 83 

ItisOui-s 84 


206  INDEX  OF   SUBJECTS. 

PAGE. 

Tlie  Resurrection  —  An  Argument       .        .         .         .85 

ISIy  Country 87 

Visiting  Franklin's  Grave 89 

The  Land  ot  Liberty 90 

Freedom's  Call 92 

Slavery— 1862 92 

The  Demands  of  Slavery  Before  the  War  .         .      93 

Tlie  Edict  of  Freedom  by  President  Lincoln        .         .       94 

The  Martyrs  of  Freedom 96 

Decoration  Day ,96 


HYMNS. 

God  in  All  Things 101 

God  from  Eternity 102 

The  Unchangeable 103 

God  Everywhere 105 

God  Seen  in  His  Works 105 

The  Fountain  of  AU  Good 106 

The  Great  Rock 107 

God  a  Healer 108 

The  Good  Foundation 108 

God  a  Protector 109 

God  my  Salvation 110 

God  Reconciled Ill 

God  the  Soul's  Refuge 112 

Imploring  God's  Protection 113 


INDEX   OF  SUBJECTS.  207 

PAGE. 

Help  in  God  Only 114 

Man,  Frail ;  but  God,  Almighty  .         ,         .         .114 

Universal  Praise IIJ 

Star  of  Bethlehem IIG 

Christ's  Humiliation            117 

The  Light  of  the  World 118 

The  Bread  of  Life 119 

Christ  the  Foundation 119 

Christ  the  Only  Foundation 120 

The  True  Kefuge 121 

A  Tower  of  Strength 122 

Christ  a  Rock 123 

Tlie  Kock  of  Ages 123 

Jesus  the  Source  of  Light 124 

Jesus  our  Sun •         .  125 

Mighty  to  Save            125 

Christ  An  and  In  AU 127 

Speaking  Peace 128 

Peace  in  Jesus             128 

Peace  in  Jesus 129 

"Fear  Xot,  Little  Flock" 130 

Resting  in  Jesus 131 

Christ  a  Redeemer 132 

Excellence  of  Christ 132 

My  Saviour 133 

The  Blood  of  Jesus 134 

Saved  b}^  Jesus  Christ 135 

A  Divine  Saviour 135 

Safe  in  Jesus 136 

Jesus  the  Great  Redeemer 136 


208  INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

PAGE. 

The  Sacred  Mountain 137 

Calvary 138 

Led  Captivity  Captive 138 

The  Theme  of  Glory 139 

For  Jesus'  Sake 140 

Pi*aise  to  Christ 141 

Tlie  Precious  Name 142 

Crown  Him 143 

Come  to  Jesus             144 

The  Savor  of  Life  and  of  Death          ....  145 

Escape  for  thy  Life 146 

Lookiug  to  Christ 147 

Saved  by  Grace 148 

Christ's  Yoke 148 

I  have  Called  you  Friends 149 

Through  Jesus  Christ 150 

Come  to  Jesus 150 

The  Way  of  Forgiveness 151 

The  Garments  of  Salvation 152 

The  Lord  is  my  Portion 152 

Rest  in  Jesus 153 

Looking  Up 154 

Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  Soul 155 

The  Shadow  of  His  Wings 156 

The  Weary  and  Heavy  Laden            ....  157 

Seeking  God 157 

Forgiveness 158 

Sins  Forgiven 159 

The  Sabbath  of  the  Soul 160 

Faith 160 


INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS.  209 

PAGE. 

Power  of  Faith 161 

The  Christian's  Safety 161 

Forbid  them  Not 162 

Saved  by  Grace 163 

Tlie  Sea  of  Love 164 

Riches  in  the  Cross 16  i 

Chiist  Suffering  and  Triumphant        ....  163 

Casting  all  your  Care  on  Ilim 166 

How  Jesus  Spake 167 

Gratitude 168 

Yearnings 168 

Aspirations  .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .169 

Pj-ayer  for  Grace 170 

The  Throne  of  Grace 171 

"Where  two  or  three  are  Gathered      .        .         .         .171 

Power  of  Prayer 172 

My  Heart  is  Fixed 173 

A  Saviour  Found         .         ,         .         .         .         .         .174 

Clinging  to  the  Cross 175 

The  Precious  Bible      . 176 

The  Amiable  Tabernacles 177 

Bethel 177 

Before  Sei-mon             178 

Dedication  Hymn 179 

Dedication  Hymn 180 

A  Tlianksgiving  Hymn 181 

Serving  God  in  His  People 181 

The  Commission 182 

"As  Ye  Go,  Preach" 183 

Spread  the  Glad  Tidings 184 

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210  INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

PAGE. 

Freely  ye  have  Received,  Freely  Give       .        .        ,  185 

The  Censer  —  A  Missionary  Hymn             .        .        .  186 

The  Reapers 187 

The  Lord's  Prayer 187 

The  Daily  Prayer 188 

Dependence  on  God             189 

Morning  Invocation             190 

Morning  Supplication 190 

A  Morning  Prayer 191 

Sabbath  Morning 192 

Evening  Hymn .  193 

Morning  and  Evening  Song 194 

The  Eucharist 195 

Remember 196 

The  One  Song 197 

The  Brighter  World 198 

Heaven 198 

The  Glory  to  be  Revealed 199 

Heaven 200 

Amen 201 


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INDEX  OF  EIUST  LINES. 


A  beauteous  seraph  came  from  heaven 
All  hail  the  Prince  of  Bethlehem 
A  light-house  planted  on  a  hill 
Amen  1  Thy  great  majestic  arm 
A  search  for  happiness  I  made 
A  song  of  holy  gratitude     . 
As  sinks  the  weary  summer  sun 
At  midnight,  as  the  air  grew  still 
At  night,  when  mankind  slept     . 
Beautiful  city,  beautiful  city 
Beaut}'  for  ashes  is  the  gift 
Before  the  morning  Ught  appears 
Behold  the  sti'eam  of  love  divine 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  His  wings,  My 
Be  these  the  secrets  of  your  life 
Briglit  angels  sang  a  joyous  song 
But  I  have  called  you  friends 
Captivity  is  captive  now     . 
Christ  is  the  great  majestic  Rock 


PAGE. 

53 

143 

54 

201 

65 

168 

80 

12 

18 

83 

26 

189 

134 

129 

156 

58 

11 

149 

138 

123 


211 


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212                         INDEX  OF   FIRST  LINES. 

PAGE. 

Christ  is  the  only  Corner-stone 

127 

Come,  all  ye  heavy-laden  souls 

157 

Come,  all  ye  lovely  children,  come     . 

17 

Come,  come,  ye  freemen  of  the  North 

92 

Come,  dwellers  of  the  mountain 

32 

Come  thou,  my  soul,  and  humbly  bow  Before 

151 

Come  thou,  my  soul,  and  humbly  bow  Where 

150 

Dear  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord     .... 

170 

Environed  by  the  walls  of  death 

26 

Faith  is  the  mighty  hand  that  holds 

160 

Faith  spreads  abroad  her  radiant  wings 

21 

Far  in  the  east  the  morning  star         .         .         .         . 

13 

Fifty  short  years  have  flitted  by          .         .         . 

45 

Forbid  them  not  to  come 

162 

Forgiveness  is  a  joyful  sound     .... 

158 

For  Jesus'  sake,  the  key-note  is          .         .         . 

140 

From  cold  streams  of  Eastport 

94 

From  everlasting  Thou  art  God 

102 

Give  me  that  sacred  stream  that  flows 

132 

Go,  go  thy  way  rejoicing 

159 

God  is  my  salvation 

110 

God  is  the  fountain  of  all  good    .... 

106 

God  is  the  great  Omnipotent       .... 

105 

God  is  the  Rock  on  which  I  stand 

108 

God's  mercy,  as  with  balmy  wing 

128 

God  strengthened  them  to  strike,  and  break 

96 

Go  in  the  early  morning 

71 

Go  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord 

183 

Go  preach  the  gospel  to  the  poor 

182 

Go,  spread  thy  wants  before  the  Lord 

.       121 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


213 


Go,  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Gi'ace  is  not  in  the  market-place 

Grace  is  not  weighed  in  balances 

Great  Maker  of  the  universe 

Hail,  blest  land  of  liberty 

Hail,  hail,  the  ever-glorious  Star 

Hail,  Son  of  man  and  Son  of  God 

Hail  to  our  dear  Redeemer's  name 

Heaven  is  the  place  where  God  resides 

He  comes,  He  comes  to  ransom 

Help  us  to  listen  to  Thy  word     . 

Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness 

He  spake  as  no  man  ever  spake 

High  hung  the  harps  of  Palestine 

His  faith  was  strong  at  eventide 

His  yoke  is  so  easy 

How  amiable  Thy  dwellings  are 

How  can  I  leave  the  altar-stone 

How  like  an  alabaster  cast  , 

How  slender  is  the  gossamer      , 

I  am  the  bread  of  life 

If  we  the  wings  of  morning  take 

I  have  a  broken  heart 

I  met  an  angel  in  the  street 

In  the  depths  of  thine  heart 

In  the  realms  of  consolation 

In  the  sweet  hour  of  evening  prayer 

I  sunk  in  the  depths  of  despair 

It  is  ours,  it  is  ours 

I've  had  a  great  honor  this  morning 


PAGE. 

184 

36 

37 

186 

90 

116 

165 

131 

198 

14 

178 

19 

167 

62 

81 

148 

177 

49 

82 

74 

119 

lOo 

24 

42 

25 

119 

73 

52 

84 

64 


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214 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Jesus,  I  love  Thy  precious  name 

Jesus  is  the  great  Redeemer 

Jesus,  my  Saviour  aod  my  King 

Just  fifty  years  have  passed 

Know  ye  that  He  who  dwells  on  high 

Lift,  lift  your  voices,  loud  and  strong 

Look  up,  ye  down-cast,  weaiy  ones 

Many  who  have  passed  away     . 

Mighty  to  save — the  precious  news 

Music  should  tune  its  every  note 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee  I  sing 

My  soul  has  found  the  Lord 

My  soul  shall  bless  the  Lord 

My  soul  shall  love  the  Lord 

My  soul  shall  lise  at  early  dawn 

My  tongue  shall  ever  bless 

Naked,  and  cold,  and  in  my  blood 

Night's  solemn  orbs  were  rolling 

No  darkening  cloud  shall  wave  its  wing 

No  gorgeous  hall  compares  with  thee 

O'er  every  loom  of  human  life 

O  God,  my  roving  heart  is  fixed 

O  God,  to  whom  all  ages  come 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 

Oh,  cease  not  to  l^bor 

Oh,  come  to  Jesus,  sinner,  come 

Oh,  could  the  power  of  mortal  ami 

Oh,  escape  for  thy  life 

Oh,  fear  not  then,  ye  little  ones 

Oh,  for  a  livi nor  coal    ^        , 


PAGR 

143 

136 

190 

47 

15 

141 

45 

89 

125 

115 

87 

174 

194 

107 

191 

148 

163 

5 

200 

67 

76 

173 

190 

155 

187 

144 

44 

146 

130 

169 


INDEX   OF   FIRST  LINES. 


215 


Oh,  for  the  vision  to  discern 

Oh,  lend  a  listening  ear 

Oh,  let  me  bathe  myself  in  Thee 

Oh,  scatter  the  seeds  of  blessing 

Oh,  smooth  the  furrows  on  thy  brow 

Oh,  suffer  little  children 

Oh,  thou  mourner  in  Zion 

Oh,  what  has  become  of  the  old-fashioned 

Oh,  whither,  whither  shall  I  go 

O  Jesus,  Master,  let  me  hear 

O  Jesus,  Master,  let  me  rest 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour 

O  Jesus,  thou  anointed  One 

O  Jesus,  thou  groat  source  of  light 

O  Lord,  bo  merciful 

O  Lord,  forbid  that  we  should  rest 

O  Lord,  on  Thee,  on  Thee  we  thiow 

O  Lord,  our  God,  in  love  look  down 

On  Calvary's  sacred  mountain 

On  this  glad  morning  of  the  Lord 

On  the  towering  heights  of  glory 

O  Thou  celestial  Saviour,  Friend 

O  Thou  on  Calvar}''s  height 

O  Thou  great  Arbiter  on  high     . 

O  Thou,  our  heavenly  Father,  hear 

O  Tliou,  our  Saviour  God 

O  Thou,  that  hearest  pi-ayer 

O  Thou,  the  Lord  of  evening  hours 

O  Thou  whose  dwelling  is  on  high 

Our  God  is  a  Spiiit 


PAGE. 

.   168 

.   118 

.   164 

39 

41 

20 

.   108 

ioned  chaii 

46 

.   166 

.   128 

.   153 

.   133 

.   147 

.   124 

.   157 

.   123 

.   171 

.   154 

.   137 

.   192 

.   139 

135 

.   138 

114 

.   113 

.   179 

.  ,  . 

.   114 

.   193 

.   150 

.   27 

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216 


INDEX   OF  FIEST   LINES. 


Our  heavenly  Father  and  our  King 

Our  Jesus  is  the  central  sun 

Our  Jesus  is  the  tower  of  strength 

Our  life  is  like  a  winter's  day 

Our  Saviour  spake  a  parable 

Our  souls  shall  lift  their  prayer  to  God 

Poverty's  angel  hath  stricken  the  child 

Prayer  is  a  tower  of  strength 

Prayer  is  the  offering  of  the  soul 

Remember  thou  the  love  and  grace 

Saved  from  billows  of  destruction 

Shall  fair  woman  speak  in  public 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river 

Some  people  carry  a  satchel 

Take  us  beneath  Thy  tender  care 

Thanksgiving  to  God,  how  boundless  the  theme 

The  angels  swift  from  heaven  came  down 

The  banner  of  the  cross  unfolds 

The  calls  of  poverty 

The  eternal  God,  thy  refuge  sure 

The  eternal  God  thy  refuge  is     . . 

The  evening  sun  begins  to  cast 

The  garments  of  salvation 

The  grace  of  faith  endows  the  soul 

The  gracious  rain  has  come  at  last 

The  Lord  is  my  portion,  my  guardian  and  guide 

The  Lord  will  smite  thee,  Slavery 

The  only  place  of  safety  is 

The  promise  has  not  lost  its  power 

There  am  I  in  the  midst  of  them 


PAGE. 

187 

125 

122 
75 
69 
70 
61 

172 
70 

196 

175 
59 
83 
40 

109 
69 
10 

164 
55 
29 

112 
72 

152 

161 
42 

152 
92 
16 
30 

171 


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INDEX  OF   FIRST   LINES. 


217 


There  are  no  thoughts  within  ray  brain 

There  is  a  great  almighty  Power 

There  is  a  land  no  eye  hath  seen 

There  is  an  excellence  in  Christ 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  brothers 

Tliere's  grain  on  the  harvest-field 

The  rocky  cliffs  shall  be     .         .         . 

The  Sabbath  of  the  soul 

The  savor  of  life  is  a  savor  of  joy 

The  trumpet  of  salvation 

The  whole  need  no  physician     .  - 

Thine  anger,  Lord,  has  passed  away 

This  beautiful  blossom 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  invites 

This  is  the  house  of  God     . 

Though  univei*sal  wealth  was  His 

Thou  Merciful,  above 

Thy  word  is  the  joy  of  my  heart 

Time,  passing  time,  has  answered  me 

^Tis  a  quiet  Sabbath  morning 

'Twas  an  eloquent  prayer 

'Twas  on  this  memorable  stone 

We  cannot  offer  gifts  to  Thee     . 

We  come  to  seek  Thy  gracious  aid 

We  come  to  bow  our  needy  souls 

We  come  to  put  our  trust  in  Thee 

We  come  to  scatter  fragrant  flowers 

What  inventory  has  thy  soul 

What  stands  behind  those  gauzy  clouds 

When  death's  cold  fingers  come  to  play 


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28 

198 

132 

56 

39 

161 

160 

145 

22 

23 

111 

78 

195 

177 

117 

188 

176 

51 

74 

54 

68 

181 

180 

197 

120 

96 

31 

69 

79 


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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


When  first  the  cross  of  Christ  appeared 
When  near  the  city  of  the  dead 
When  rushing  down  the  dreadful  steep 
When  tossed  by  the  billows  of  life 
Who  is  that  glorious  Being, — who 
Why  is  it  thought  incredible 
Why  stand  ye  idle  all  the  day 
Yes,  all  things  speak  of  God 
Yes,  ye  demand  that  we  should  smile 


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85 

38 

101 

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